Margaret Ann said to her rabbit,

'I wish you'd break this nasty habit.'

'You get out of your cage,

Just to drive me into a fit of rage!'

'You poop on the floor,

And refuse to go back in your cage door!'

The rabbit just stared.

He was looking at thin air.

Margaret Ann sighed,

And thought, 'Stupid rabbit, die!'

She went to bed with that bitter thought,

It's something that she should have not.

Her mother came in the next morning.

If only the rabbit had given her fair warning.

Margaret Ann had died in her sleep,

Whilst she was counting sheep.

The rabbit laughed to himself,

For Margaret Ann had been in good health.

It was that thought that did her in,

And she was never to think again.