True story. I wanna turn this into a country number.

They left me in charge of the rabbit
When they went on holiday
The fucker kept escaping
To my dismay.
I named the bastard Houdini
Son of a bitch
They left me in charge of the rabbit
The foxes had it.

I battened down the hatches
And secured his cage
But still found white fur on the lawn
When I went back next day.
So i spun tall tales of escapades
But my story wouldn’t swim
They left me in charge of Houdini
And the had foxes had him.