Easter Bunny by Mary Brandolino

Easter Bunny

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Easter Bunny illustrates that Easter is not fun for a real bun. Three out of 10 rabbits purchased on impulse die because people are not prepared about how to care for them.

Another Easter is around the corner and many live Easter chicks and Easter rabbits will meet a sad demise.

Started in 2003, the Make Mine Chocolate is a great campaign but I just found out that it is in need of volunteers to help–volunteer if you can. In the meantime the campaign is on autopilot for 2009.

Even so, it is my belief that people should make the only Easter bunny they get or give a chocolate one (or plush is good)–and get those fake cute little chicks instead of real ones.

What can you do to make 2009 an animal friendly Easter?

Share the House Rabbit Society’s information on the housing and care needs of rabbits and learn why Easter Bunnies are a bad idea.

This Easter Bunny poem by Mary Brandolino is something you can give to your friends and share with those who mistakenly think a bunny is a good Easter gift. (It is courtesy of the House Rabbit Society.)

I remember Easter Sunday

It was colorful and fun

The new life that I’d begun

In my new cage.

I was just a little thing

When they brought me from the store

And they put me on the floor

In my cage.

They would take me out to play

Love and pet me all the time

Then at day’s end I would climb

In my cage.

But as days and weeks went by

I saw less of them it seemed

Of their loving touch I dreamed

In my cage.

In the night outside their house

I felt sad and so neglected

Often scared and unprotected

In my cage.

In the dry or rainy weather

Sometimes hotter sometimes colder

I just sat there growing older

In my cage.

The cat and dog raced by me

Playing with each other only

While I sat there feeling lonely

In my cage.

Upon the fresh green grass

Children skipped and laughed all day

I could only watch them play

From my cage.

They used to take me out

And let me scamper in the sun

I no longer get to run

In my cage.

Once a cute and cuddly bunny

Like a little ball of cotton

Now I’m grown up and forgotten

In my cage.

I don’t know what went wrong

At the home I did inhabit

I just grew to be a rabbit

In my cage.

But they’ve brought me to the pound

I was once loved and enjoyed

Now I wait to be destroyed

In my cage.

Finally, don’t forget to read my Easter Holiday Pet Safety Tips or see my rant with useful links from last years Easter Chicks & Other Easter Traditions.

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