“O Muse! Spout forth the semen from our lips,
To seed our tale’s ocean with endless ships.
We sing of rabbits, not arms and the man,
That spoke even before the world began.
Rabbits on the moon, rabbits getting drunk,
“What’s up, Doc?”, and claiming the crown of crunk.
Nihil ex nihilo, we are legion;
Libertines, tyrants, discord; all are kin.
Give us your self, for we are absolute;
Dance! Dance! as we play our impious flute.
Ah, but now is not the time for such things;
Before you, are there not eternal springs?
Just pray to us, like a proper leech should,
For we are divine and we are the Good.”
SENATUS RABBITUS REPUBLICA. 11/9, NEVER FORGET.