I was afraid to go camping last summer
Wolves, bears, who knows what else there could be?
But the whole trip turned out to be a bummer
You see the Park Ranger told us to flee
Two, three, four, what beast made that fright-ning roar?

It was a cutesy, wootsie, sunny, funny, angry, evil, rabid bunny
That demolished our campsite that day
A dainty, wainty, fuzzy, wuzzy, soft pink psychopathic bunny
It's Camper Season, and we were his prey
Two, three, four, ate the host came back for more!

Now all bunnies are supposed to eat veggies
But this one seemed to not carrot all
Cause when we tried to distract him with veggies
It just sank his sharp fangs into poor Paul
Two, three, four, what monster could make such gore?

It was a mammal with a grisly habit, furry little blood-soaked rabbit
That ate Jason at Camp Crystal Lake
We tried to shoot it, beat it, stab it, but we couldn't kill the rabbit
So in a panic we all ran away
Two, three, four, hide inside and lock the door

We were afraid to come out of the cabin
Were afraid to be dragged down that hole
And we wondered what was going to happen
When this little man went for a stroll
Two, three, four, who is going to go hardcore?

He was a doofy, goofy, stunted, grunting, short and balding rabbit hunter
But it turned out that he was a dud
He tried to fight it with his gun but it was backward he took the brunt
So in the campground he fell with a Fudd
(Should have stayed home in the city)
(Could have eaten rabbit stew)
(Now I'm lost in the forest)
My hare-raising tale is done