There once was a man with ears, you see, and the dead of night he'll come for thee.

He'll drag you into the woods to scream, and there your bones he'll nod.

Soon shall the bunny-man come to take you away from your dad and mom.

Soon shall the bunny-man come, and your soul shall belong to him.

Catherine, stop!

I hate it when she's saying that's all.

I still remember my sister's face when I would beg her to stop because that

ghoulish smile she wore when she was tormenting me.

We grew up in New Zealand.

So the shanty was something old that we changed for our own purposes.

Many of the kids sang it, but my sister, my sister was the first to adopt it into something

different from its original.

If you kidded at it some creative lyrics to the original, usually something about like

fart man or something.

Catherine, however.

Catherine had turned it into a song about the bunny-man.

The teachers forbade her from singing it at school and took it as a challenge to sing

it at every opportunity.

It was usually sung low or under her breath, so my parents couldn't hear it.

So she could deny it when I went to them crying about it.

I mean, it was in port taste anyway.

The bunny-man may have been an urban legend, but the man kidnapped children and he was

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