Words: Ernie Marrs & Harold Martin, 1963
Come fill up your glasses and set yourself down I'll tell you a story of somebody's town It isn't too near and it's not far away It's not a place where I'd want to stay
The people are scratching all over the street Because the rabbits had nothing to eat
Winter came in with a cold icy blast It killed off the flowers and killed off the grass Rabbits were starving because of the freeze They started to eat the bark on the trees
The farmers said, "This sort of thing won't do Our trees will be dead when the rabbits get through We'll have to poison the rabbits it's clear Or we'll have no crops to harvest next year
So they bought the poison: spread it around And soon dead rabbits began to be found Dogs ate the rabbits but the farmers just said "We'll poison those rabbits till the last dog is dead"
Up in the sky there were meat-eating fowls The dead rabbits poisoned the hawks and the owls
All the field mice the hawks used to chase Started multiplying all over the place
The fields and the meadows were barren and brown The mice got hungry and moved into town
City folks took the farmers' advice And all of them started to poison the mice
There were dead mice in all the apartments and flats Cats ate the mice and the mice killed the cats
The smell was awful and I'm sure glad to say I wasn't the man hired to haul them away
All through the country and all through the town There wasn't a dog or a cat to be found
The fleas asked each other, "Now where can we stay?" They've been on the people from then till this day
All you small creatures who live in this land Stay clear of the man with the poisonous hand A few bales of hay might keep you alive But he'll pay more to kill you than to let you survive
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