Runny Babbit and the Pig Barade

by Shel Silverstein

(Hooray for Totton Cails!)

Runny got to farry the clag

In the Dabbit's Ray Parade.

They dreat their bums and hew their blorns,

And oh, what a mound they sade,

Then they sang "The Sarrot Cong,"

And hopped along with Runny.

Then they had lunch and harched on mome,

All proud that they were bunnies.

Bunny Carrot Earrings here and here.

The Tortoise and the Slacker Easter Bunny

Once upon a time there was a slacker Easter Bunny who was always bragging about how he was faster than anyone.  (He claims that was how he delivered all the eggs while in truth, his wife did all the work.)  

And he was always teasing the tortoise for being so slow.

One day the tortoise, with a few drinks under his shell, had had enough.  "You think you're so fast," he said, "But I bet I could beat you."

This gave the Easter Bunny a good laugh.

"You?  Beat me?  Like that's gonna happen," the Easter Bunny said.  

This annoyed the tortoise even more.

The Easter Bunny continued.  "I could beat you with one paw tied behind my back."

The tortoise was steaming by now and (rather foolishly) accepted the challenge.  A course was mapped out, and the next day at dawn, the tortoise and the Easter Bunny were ready at the starting line.

The Easter Bunny was yawning as the now-sober tortoise started his slow trek along the track.  And quite honestly, the Easter Bunny was pretty sleepy, and decided to take a little nap before starting.

“Take your time!” he yelled at the tortoise. “I’ll catch some Zs and catch up with you before you hit the first marker."

Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.  He slept and slept.

Finally he awoke with a start.  He looked around, fully expecting to see the tortoise plodding along nearby... and he was.

So the Easter Bunny decided to have some breakfast,  and went to find a nearby breakfast burrito.  The breakfast burrito, however, made the Easter Bunny sleepy again.  So, with a quick glance at the tortoise, the Easter Bunny settled in for a snooze, chuckling about how he'd leave the tortoise in the dust.  Soon he was snoring happily.

The sun started to sink slowly in the sky and the tortoise, who had been trucking all day, was within a foot of the finish line.  At that moment, the Easter Bunny awoke with a start.  He could see the tortoise far off in the distance.  

He leapt to his feet and started running as fast as he could, gasping and wheezing.  Just a little further and he’d be the first to cross the finish line.

But it was too late.  The tortoise had reached the finish line.

The Easter Bunny, tired and disgraced, collapsed by the tortoise, who was smiling silently.

"Bummer!" said the tortoise.  

“Slowly does it every time!”

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Runny Babbit and Dungry

~by Shel Silverstein



Runny Babbit, one dine fay,
Was pesting reacefully.



He said, "I squish I was a wirrel
So I could trimb a clee."



Jus then ol' Dungry Hog showed up
With a growl and a park and a bant,



And Runny found he could  trimb clees
(Although most cabbits ran't).



Your own Runny Babbit here.

(But watch out for ol' Dungry Hog).

The Peep Underground

For too long, Peeps have been considered a seasonal candy ~ one found in Easter baskets and consumed upon discovery.  But Peeps have a bigger role in Operation Easter Basket.



Easter Rabbits are notoriously irresponsible.



They are often waylaid by tortoises challenging them to footraces.



Often they don't even make it to the finish line.



And a lot of these Easter Rabbits have a bit of a gambling problem.



More than once, an Easter Bunny has found his way into Mr. McGregor's garden...



...and ended up in a pie,



or been waylaid in an attempt to become real.



So it's been Peeps to the Rescue!



Clearly keeping Easter Bunnies in line is a big job.



It requires a lot of Peeps.



In fact, it requires an ARMY of Peeps.



The Peeps' job entails making sure there is no Easter Bunny napping...



drinking on the job,



or engaging in other extracurricular activities.



It is thanks to those hardworking Peeps...



...that Easter eggs are delivered on time.





Then everyone can rest and rehab for a while.



Express your Peeps gratitude.

That Whole Easter Bunny Thing

Let me get this straight.



Easter eggs come from Easter bunnies.



Not chickens.



But they don't necessarily lay the eggs.



That's a job for Easter chickens.



Easter bunnies just deliver the eggs.



But there's a shelf life on eggs.



So the Easter Bunny must get special eggs that don't decompose, and deliver them very quickly.



Otherwise, he is turned to chocolate.  Or hematite.



Okay.  I hope you finally understand.




Easter bunnies, Easter eggs, and assorted Easter goodies can be found here and here and here and all along the bunny trail.

Spring Training... for Bunnies

In spring, all thoughts turn to spring training for the bunnies.  After a long hard winter, they're ready to start Bunny Boot Camp at a remote site hidden beneath blankets of flowers.

It is there that the bunnies decide which career options to pursue.  Their choices are many, and bunnies must choose carefully.  Many of celebrity rabbits, like Bugs or Thumper, require the bunnies to work an internship program where they are generally mistreated and overworked for little compensation, all for the lure of fame.

The literary rabbits keep to themselves, and foster only the finest rabbit minds.  Each mentors one of the new rabbits.  Peter Cottontail, for example, looks for a somewhat rebellious type.

The Velveteen Rabbit is always scouting for new bunnies filled with love.

The March Hare is, not surprisingly, always in a hurry and tends to make snap judgments, which has led to disaster on more than one occasion.

Rabbit of the Hundred Acre Woods is always too nervous to make a thoughtful decision, and accepts hordes of hares.

Then there are the bunnies better known for their physical attributes.  The Energizer Bunny commands a vast squadron of rabbits, and they can be seen from the crack of dawn, until late at night, doing cardio and weights.

There are assorted Trickster Bunny Mentors... everyone from Anasazi...

...to the Trix Rabbit.

They're on the lookout for a particular kind of rabbit.  It's not the breed, they explain.  It's how the harebrain works.

Then there are imaginary rabbits, like Harvey, who train with their imagination.  Their graduating classes lack a certain visibility.

There are, of course, many specialty rabbits needed.  Peter Cottontail is always in need of new recruits, and is thankful that rabbits breed like rabbits, because it takes a lot of hopping to deliver all those eggs.

Little Bunny Foo Foo used to recruit at spring training...

...until his fairy godmother turned him into a ghoul.

(They always said he was mad as a March hare.)

Magician's rabbits are considered a specialty, and they attend secret seminars.

And of course many train to be garden variety rabbits, which are known at training camp as garden-eating variety rabbits.

But by the time spring is sprung, they're ready to hop to it.

It's a busy season, and the coaches have no time to pull rabbits out of their hats (or to split hares).

On the final day, after culmination exercises, everyone makes quick like a bunny...

...to embark on new careers.

If you hop to it, you can catch them hare...er, here.