They're everywhere.
In your house,
in your pack,
in your city,
in your head.

They are coming for you,
two by two,
three by three,
nine by nine,
wielding their carrots of death.

You cannot resist the fluffy,
you cannot resist the rabbit,
resistance is futile,
you will obey,
or you will fall.

Hopping little vermin,
carrot in the eye,
nibble at your soul,
they are coming for you.
Fluffy bunnies on the move.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 606 AF.