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Parody: "Save My Mother's Picture from the Sale." SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 19: Popular Entertainment DON'T DROWN MY FATHER'S RABBIT IN THE SALEExcuse my falling tears, my grief is most sincere,My heart is swelled as large as any brick, I feel just like a kiddy who has had a dose of salts, Or a donkey who's been wolloped with a stick. My father's old buck rabbit he left me in his will, And begged that I would mind it when he died, My uncle tried to drown it in mother's old tin pail, But I seized its tail and piteously cried— chorus My father's buck, that old white buck, How often I have pulled his tail; Don't take him from his hutch, don't hurt the poor thing much, Don't drown my father's rabbit in the pail. He bought him in Club-row about a year ago, He wasn't very big or very fat, But pot-bellied he has got through eating such a lot, Now he's quite as big as Mrs. Caudle's cat. Poor father used to feed him every morning like a child, On cabbage leaves and other things beside, And very often I gave him water on the sly, And many a brick has father at me shied. My father's buck, etc. He's getting old, and so this morning Uncle Joe Declared poor bunny's breath began to smell; So he seized him by the tail to chuck him in the pail, But upon my knees imploringly I fell, And begged him not to send poor bunny to his end While the tears ran down ray cheeks as fast as rain; When he saw my grief sincere then uncle shed a tear, And gently put poor bunny back again. My father's buck, etc. |