A Bunny Song

A recently uncovered song of the Bunny Army

A Bunny sparkles in the sun
A Bunny knows what must be done
A bunny guards the burrow gate
A Bunny questions every one

Sir Whisker knows the best our fate
he knows even the victories date
Sir Whisker knows the war is won
he tells us all do not be late

To bunny pride we give our all
A Bunnies pride is not so small
We will not Bear the fuzzy yoke
We throw it off and then stand tall

A Bunny sparkles in the sun
A Bunny knows what must be done
A Bunny hunts the berry gate
A Bunny takes down every one

The Doom of Flufflestan

"The Doom of Fluffelstan" Known to Bunnies and Unicorns as "Apocryphal of the rise of Fire Hoof"

The cold tears fall like fur upon the bed
Fluffelstan the Plush, Felled now cold and dead
His silken seams are torn by hoof and horn
The sparkly bunnies dance as all Bears mourn

Bead Eye battle will not be soon forgot
The stand at Saw Dust Ridge it came to naught
Proud bears, they did stand fast against the foe
The bunnies laughed for that which bears cant know

There the rabbits ran as if in retreat
Fierce Bears they followed the sweet sugar treat
There in the fire trap was made to wait
Horn of doom hidden now in victories bait

Princess Cottenella did beg the van
King Fluff rebuffed her then for glories plan
Silver sword then he drew and lead the hosts
End of bloody day he would lose the most

Treachery is then sweet to those it pays
The sparkly Bunnies knew their price those days
Black Terror then advanced in legion form
A Strident call of death on hoof and horn

Saw dust ridge, saw the fate of heat and flame
All Stuffed bears gathered there soon met the same.
Fluffelstan, felled upon her ivory horn
Cottonella charred her army to warn

The cold tears fall like fur upon the bed
Fluffelstan the Plush, Felled now cold and dead
His silken seams are torn by hoof and horn
The sparkly bunnies dance as all Bears mourn

the start

the random Face book status that started this

In light of several friends and acquaintances face book profiles being recently pranked and or hacked I would like to remind everyone that if you see a wild and bizarre post on my feed it is likely that I have been kidnapped by green and blue teddy bears and am being held captive in their marshmallow fort in the cookie forest; and that they they are asking for a ransom of 12,000 blue M&M's and the targeted invasion of the Island of the Sparkly Fluffy Bunnies.

Introduction

 I shall here, attempt to set down for the ages of fur and dust the true and accurate actions and happenings of the War between the Bears and Bunnies and the late incursion of the unicorns and the final peace achieved at price of fluff and thread. I should introduce myself, I am the Tortoise  known as Titus Beadyeye Plushiefus.  I was First Stuffed in the Year of the Toybox 1126, the child of Matt The Welcome One and brother to Gard’n of the Nome.

I, a Turtle, do here present to bear, bunny, and unicorn this memorial of great achievements.  As for all native Toys who follow suit I shall endeavor to find where Tongues are loose and the veracity and truth of such events I shall unfold and then present. Let us hold our story as true as dreams shall find it and the fur of the fallen then honored for all time.

I shall unfurl the cloth of history containing therein the crude and coarse stories and legends of the Stuffin War.  Of prior and subsequent histories I may include that which lends a better knowledge of the war itself as well its origins and the consequence there of.

I shall tell the tale of the rise of three great lands; the tales of tooth and ear and horn. I will tell how each did raise their lords and how in mortal lint filled combat they did find themselves opposed. I shall tell you of the fall of ursine lords and the rise of equine queens, Of the oppression of the Leppus the great Thread Famine and the eventual rise to republic and of plushy peace.

I shall relate all these things through narrative and through their own words recorded and found. Their poems, sagas and songs. This then is the rue history of the Great Stuffin War.

Having lived before these times and as unto the rising sun out lived the ravages of war treachery and famine, I am one of few who can truly tell this tale as I have lived it and recorded it and therefore shall now  recount it.