BUNNY ON THE GRILL
(Parody of "Demon in the Dark")
(Words by Kathy Mar / Music by Brenda Sutton)
The griddle in the kitchen has been heated. Has been battered.
And the uncooked pancakes fried as I stood by.
What kind of heartless people would make pancakes in a bunny shape?
We need to have some screaming as they die.
Chorus: I scream for the innocent pancakes.
I shriek for the ones facing doom.
And you soon will hear the cries of the pancakes
That shake the very windows of the room.
Each newborn little bunny greets the morning bright and bubbly.
With soft brown chocolate eyes that seem to gleam,
Then widen in stark horror at the fire, and the frying pan,
In time for just one last despairing scream.
The small brown body's scraped off of the metal with a spatula,
A sight quite sad and horrid to behold.
I mark it with a scarlet smear of jelly, and with tire tracks,
And eat it as the body's growing cold.