The Bunny Shoot of Chantes au Bois

We were practicing our archery by the old abandoned tower
Mostly doing clout shoots for the good part of an hour
When suddenly from nowhere, (ach, they took us by surprise)
A score of rabbits charged us, bloody death shone in their eyes

Their fur was pale as moonlight, and their eyes a demon pink
Who knows what thoughts they harbored (if vermin even think)
Their fangs were coated rusty, perhaps from chewing spears
And I swear that there were devil horns behind their floppy ears

"Shoot them, shoot the rabbits!" called Daniel from the line
And as the arrows flew I thought, "On rabbit we shall dine."
But the treacherous little vermin sank into their hiding-holes
And in our hearts I'm sure we all did damn their bunny souls

All of us then waited, both the common and the peers
Looking for a flash of those demonic bunny ears
The minutes stretched from two or three to seven, then to ten
'Til finally did someone shout, "Here come the hares again!"

The fletches started flying, Avalina drew first blood
And Gareth left a couple lying face down in the mud
Heather, she did likewise, and by some stroke of luck
Christian loosed an arrow, and in a bunny head it stuck

Soon the charge was halted, up went a great "Haroo!"
But then a horrid sight began to come into our view
Another score of rabbits, and we had never seen the like
Half did carry each a spear, the other half a pike

Daniel cried, "Regroup, regroup! Release as you desire!"
And the skill shown by the bowmen any person would inspire
The battlefield was littered with both hare and arrow head
But when the final shaft was loosed, the last of them fell dead

We waited for a moment, then we knew the end was good
We searched the field for hiding-holes, and then we searched the wood
And then we counted bodies to see who had killed the more
Though Gareth had bagged three of them, Avalina counted four

So let us sing for bowmen who held up the brave defense
And tell all rabbits far and wide, "Vermin, get thee hence!"
But late at night I wonder...well, goodness me, who knows
How the battle may have turned out if the rabbits had brought bows.

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