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You know that there's all types/ of critters in the wood.

And some are quick, with others slow,/ some bad, and some are good.

But the focus of our story,/ which now I will detail,

Was that one wily Brer Fox,/ and Sister Cotton-Tail.

I've bet you heard this story's/ villain was the fox.

And the rabbit was the good one./ Utter poppycock!

See, rabbits are a nuisance,/ they wreck spinach, and dig holes.

And that trickster, little Cotton-Tail,/ was exactly one such soul.

Some might call her prudent/ with her modest coat of brown.

But it's clear that every springtime/ those bunnies get around!

You don't get so many sisters/ and little brother kits

Unless your mama was the type/ who loved to bounce her hips!

And with young Miss Cotton-Tail/ the apple didn't fall

too far away from Mama Bunn/ (that much folks do recall).

So, despite the somber colors/ she wore when on the trail

You could see her big white bottom/ when she lifted up her tail.

And this was a sure distraction/ to any animal around:

The startled skunk, the vulgar jay,/ the farmer's old, black hound.

But the one took most exception/ was Brer Fox, they say.

And he vowed that he would put a stop/ to the rabbit's wanton ways!

So, one day when she was hoppin'/ in the sunny month of June

and looking for a boyfriend,/ (she didn't much care who)

the good fox took a big old jar/ he filled with sticky pitch

and dressed it like a little jack/ propped up beside a ditch.

Sister Cotton-Tail hopped by,/ but the dummy didn't stir.

So, she paused and fussed as if to clean/ the nettles from her fur.

She wasn't used to boys not lookin'/ her all up and down.

Who was this stoic fellow,/ what must be new totown?

Battin' her big, dark brown eyes,/ and smoothing back her ears,

she then addressed the dummy-jack/ in a voice all sweet and clear.

"Hello there, sir! I don't believe/ that we've been introduced!"

But the stranger there said not a word/ and held himself aloof.

"A silent type. Now this I like!"/ the girl thought to herself.

"Or maybe he's a taken man,/his heart for someone else?

"Either way, a challenge here,/and I'm as good as game!

"A city man's the thing/when all the local boys are tamed!"

She slid an arm about the jack,/ "Oh, my!" she did exclaim.

"Your shoulders are quite broad, good sir!/ And such a sturdy frome!

"And so well-dressed! I see that too./ This little vest is dear!

"So much alike the farmer boy's/ that he outgrew last year!"

But still the jack paid her no mind./ Now this was quite absurd!

What gentleman would fail reply/ to such praiseful words?

Cotton-Tail narrowed her eyes,/ his mood to read again,

but could not parse the meaning/ on the dummy's painted grin.

The rabbit huffed, and then stood up./ "I see you have no class!

"No wonder you sit idle here/ alone and in the grass!

"Do you think yourself so princely/ just because of your good looks?

Well, I'll let you know, I've been to Lynn/ and seen at least three books!"

"And you are sure a simple-minded/ fool, that much is clear!"

She turned around, turned up her chin/ and pushed out her plump rear.

Then standing there with folded arms/ (she'd no intent to leave),

peered out the corner of her eye,/ his reaction for to see.

Again she saw the painted grin,/ now leering at her rump.

"You, villain!" then she shouted out/ and turned back with a jump.

"I'll not oblige your lustful eye!/ You'll soon learn your place!"

She brought her hand back, swung it out/ and slapped him in the face.

Brer Fox was in the bushes,/ delighted at the show,

and snickered when he saw the rabbit/ deal the heated blow.

The jar, it split wide open/ and spilled its sticky pitch.

The fox now stifled hoots of joy;/ the scene was just too rich!

"Unhand me!" screamed Miss Cotton-Tail/ "I'll have you locked away!

What brute seeks out a lady/ and attacks her in this way?"

Then with her other hand,/ she struck the jar again,

and now was twice stuck in the pitch./ What cost for self-defense!

Brer Fox could not contain himself,/ and so moved from the place

where he hid, now wiping/ tears of laughter from his face.

"Oh, you poor dear!" he chided./ "Do you need somebody's help?

"Or I can keep on going/ and you can wait for someone else."

MissCotton-Tail, she realized then,/ that she had played the fool.

And then became all full of fright/ at what the fox might do.

But soon, she sensed more mischief/ then malice on his face.

And Cotton-tail, she had a thought./ This might not be a waste!

Now typically, a bold and sporting hare/ was just her type.

But in truth, this tod was handsome/ and met her eye just right.

His ears were sharp, his color dark,/ his eyes were green and pale.

And then there was Grimm's story/ 'bout the fox with "seven tails".

What's more, the rabbit fancied herself/ of a modern sort,

so, why not try this handsomeman/ if only just for sport?

What's wrong with such a romance?/ The question should be asked!

She'd seen Miss Skunk with the farmer's cat,/ and never judgment passed!

But still, she know that Brer Fox/ was not her biggest fan.

And so, she set her mind to work,/ crafting out a plan

on how to trick him, just so that/ his vengeance would entail,

the kind of fun that'smost enjoyed/ by SisterCotton-Tail.

"Oh, Red!" she wept,"I'm sure that I make/ such a sorry sight!

"I steal and cheat, and oversleep,/ am always quick to fight!

"Surely, there's no punishment/ that I would not deserve!

"I leave it your hands, Brer Fox,/ my vices all to curb!"

"Hmph!" he said. "Well that's a shock;/ that you would wish reform.

"Perhaps I'll throw you in the briars/ so you can feel their thorns!"

"Oh, yes," she said. "You could do that.../ but it's likely not enough!

I've felt so many pricks, you see!/ Of this, I cannot bluff!"

"Well, then," mused the fox aloud,/ as he stroked his chin.

"I'll think of some other way/ you can pay for all your sins."

"I could dunk you in a big, old pot/ and cook you for my stew.

"Or wrap my fingers round your neck/ 'til those little cheeks are blue!"

"Oh, choke me, dunk me in a stew/ with radishes and kale!

"But please, oh, please!" the rabbit cried/ "Don't lift my little tail!

"For I've had many lovers, true,/ from the woods,down to the lake,

"but a big, mean fox, the likes of you?/ That's more than I can take!"

Miss Cotton-Tail was o'er the jar,/ two paws stuck in the pitch,

herhind legs straddled either side,/ and liftedup her hips.

And if he wanted, Brer Fox saw/ he could teach her right and quick,

but a bunny's known for wantonness./ It might be all a trick...!

"How would I know," he hissed out slow/ "that this you truly fear?

"when you make such a proud display/ of that softlittle rear?"

The bunny blushed, again spoke up/ "Sir, I deserve your scorn!

And if you think me liar now,/ just throw me to the thorns!'

"A ha!" snapped Fox, "And now you've lost!/ I see through your game!

"The briar patch is what you want!/ Your intent is mighty plain!

"I know rabbits keep their burrows there;/ I'm not such a fool!

"And now, to give you punishment,/ I'll burrow something too!"

He spread his paws and squeezed the cheeks/ of the rabbit's rump,

and drooled, thinking of rabbit stew./ Her asswas roundand plump!

But his tongue, in truth, it dribbled less/ than between the bunny's thighs

when she felt his touch upon her rear,/ and thought of him inside.

"Oh, no...!" she cried in feigned dismay,/ "I'm lost and can't be saved!

"This burly fox, he has me caught/ and soon will have his way!"

And when she next thenfelt his tongue/ upon her private place,

she stifled back a little moan/ and quickly hid her face.

"The shame...!" she panted, "Please, good fox!/ Is it not enough?

"How you have took me, made me beg,/ and lap my juices up?"

Brer Fox, hegrinned a wicked grin./ "Too late for that!" he said.

And beat the bunny's bottom/ 'til her little checks were red.

With every welt, a little yelp/ but herwetness, naught could hide.

"You're always such a nuisance,/ and a shameless flirt, besides."

"Why, look at you! Your juices runnin'/ like a cider mill.

"I think I may be yet convinced/ you ain't lookin' to get filled."

Miss Cotton-Tail she had to think/ right quickly of a fib,

or else the fox might leave her there,/ all flustered, but no dick.

"It's true," she said, "I'm wanton./ Of that, there is no doubt.

"Ever since that fine springtime/ when first I learned to bounce.

"But I see you growing stiff down there,/ and find myself in shock.

"I've never met a rabbit lad/ who had so large a cock!"

"And my poor, pussy is too tight!/ You surely won't fit in!

"Oh,_please_don't mount me, stretch me out,/ and fill me to the brim!"

Brer Fox, he gave a snicker./ "Well, let's see if it fits..."

And pushed himself in slowly/ past her tender lips.

Miss Cotton-Tailwhinedsweetly/ and would have been found out

had not a moan also escaped/ from out Brer Fox's mouth.

"Now_this_is just what youdeserve!/ I'll beat thispussy sore!"

And so, he pushed himself back in,/ much deeper than before.

He fixed his grip upon the rabbit's/ slender, little waist

and fucked her rough, imagining/ the look up on her face.

Miss Cotton-Tail was o'er the moon:/ wasn't this a rabbit's luck?

Who would have thought that mean, ol' fox/ was such a darn, good fuck?

She pushed her hips into him./ She gasped and arched her back.

But still, the lustful lady/ kept up her little act:

"Oh, Red! Would you not much prefer/a lady fox instead?

"I'm sure that any vixen/would take you to her bed!

"For, what girl would not be tempted/to, here, just take my spot?

"BUT PLEASE, OH, PLEASE! WHATE'ER YOU DO,/DON'T FILL ME WITH THAT KNOT!!!'

"Oh, no?" cried Brer Fox/ "Then, that's _exactly_what I'll do!

"And you can think of all/ that you have put us others through!"

And gradually, he squeezed inside/ (her hole was just sotight!).

Miss Cotton-Tail threw back her head/ and screamed with sheer delight.

For both the two, it was the hardest/ that they'd ever come.

Who would have thought a bunny girl/ and fox could have such fun?

But when Brer Fox he tried/ to stand up from his crouch,

MissCotton-Tail clamped up on him/ and he could not pullout!

The rabbit then,she turned her head,/ "That was nice, goodfuck."

"ButI'm afraid that now it seems/the_both_of us are stuck!

Shebobbed her little cotton-tail,/ and moved from left to right.

She felt the fox growhard again,/ and gripped him nice and tight.

"Iwillexplain," said Cotton-Tail,/ "but I'm sure you must know.

"That your dick is just _too_good. And now,/ I can'tlet you go!

"So, do please be a good boy/ and keep yourself inside;

"A gentleman can't leave until/ a lady's satisfied!"

But the thing with bunny girls is,/they are_never_satisfied...

So, ol' Brer Fox was stuck there/ 'til she milked the poor man dry.

When they found him the next morning,/he washalf-dead on the ground.

And it was was weeks before the fox/ could properly sit down.

And that's how Sister Cotton-Tail/ tricked honest Brer Fox.

Her kinddon't think of playing fair,/ but only gettin' off.

They make look soft and innocent,/ but they'll always get you screwed.

No, there's never been a good bunny,/ and there'll never be one, too!