Hasenpfeffer
On the first day of each month,
the first words that I speak,
are Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.
I know it - I'm a freak!
But really it's good luck,
well, at least it's always been.
Until one dreadful morning,
for this vegetarian!
I woke to such an odor
that wafted on the zephyr.
Imagine my disgust
when I found the hasenpfeffer!!
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