The Rabbbits is an original concept by artist Ron English

All characters are copyright to Ron English

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"The Rabbbits in Delusionville" is a rock opera by that is like post-factual Animal Farm meets Aesop's Fables on LSD.   Delusionville tells the story of a society that formed as different animals fell down a rabbbit hole and created a world with their own mythologies, religion, and politics.  Every animal group represents an embedded archetype in the social structure that is about to come in question.  This is largely a commentary on faux news, stagnation of social mobility, and downright delusional thinking.

The Rabbbits in Delusionville
Act One – Introduces all of the characters in Delusionville and brings into question the nature of their society and their various places in the social order.
 Act Two – The animals get riled up about the economic disparity and social injustice in their previously unquestioned world of delusion.

The Rabbbits Revolution
Act Three –  The animals babble about revolution.        

Act Four - The apathetic aftermath of the revolution that they were talked out of.

The Rabbbits Band

The Rabbbits in Delusionville

One fateful day
Nine Rabbbits fell from the sky
In a flying saucer
Unidentified
Wolves saw a meal
Some mana from heaven
Nine Rabbbits scattered
The wolves caught seven

The buzzards circled
Looking for some snacks
The buzzards always got
The wolves’ little scraps

Three three-eyed Rabbbits
Jumped down a hole
Created by their laser beam
When their ship lost control

The buzzards decided it was time
To be the first ones to eat
So they flew down the Rabbbit hole
After fresh Rabbbit meat
They found their meal
In a paradise below
It was Ronnnie, Bunnny
And their son Potatoe
Now the Rabbbits didn’t want to end up
On the buzzards dinner plate
The Rabbbits were looking for
A much better fate


To the buzzards the Rabbbits
Made a pretty good case
Delusionville was
Such a beautiful place

If they let the Rabbbits live
And not make them a meal
The Rabbbits would make those buzzards
A really good deal

On the surface world
The buzzards were buffoons
But in this underworld
They could be royal tycoons
They could own it all
They could call the tune

The Rabbbits would serve
And make buzzard dreams come true
If they didn’t eat the Rabbbits
And turn them to poo

Now this was a deal
The buzzards could stomach
They would be kings
And the Rabbbits their puppets

So the buzzards owned
All they could see
And the Rabbbits were their
Dutiful little nobodies

And all was
As all should be
Until a pig fell
Into this alternative reality

Now this pig would have made
A mighty fine meal
So this big old pig
Made a desperate appeal

Now the piggies might make
Some mighty fine barbeque
But a pig could also be a thing
Of much greater value
So if the buzzards let him live
He would sure show his gratitude
And contribute a thing
Of much greater magnitude

Why he could build a bank
And levy some taxes
And build a paradise
On the backs of the masses

Now the buzzards thought
This was a pretty good deal
And the pig was so pleased
He let out a squeal

Next down the hole
There fell a big duck
The buzzards and pig
Well they couldn’t believe their luck

Now a duck would make
A pretty good meal
But the duck tried to make
A much better deal

Now their indulgence
The duck did beg
Everyday going forward
He would lay them an egg

So the buzzards and pig
Gave the duck a future less bleak
But he would have to live
On the wrong side of the creek
But for the wrong side of the creek
The duck was too ambitious
So he explained that his eggs
Were more than delicious

Why his eggs were something
Better than golden
Your dimmest ideas
These eggs would embolden

Not only did his eggs
Make you feel pretty full
The eggs could make you
Believe your own bull

The pig thought these eggs
Might be no joke
Why there might be some magic
Inside of those yolks

Yes the left bank
Was a little run down
The duck he could live
On the right side of town

So things were as they were
And the animals did sleep
Until they woke to a thud
That appeared as a sheep
Mana from heaven
A wool covered dinner
The sheep eyed the animals
And declared them all sinners

They would eat this angel
Descended from the hole?
For a full belly
They would risk their immortal souls?

So the animals pondered
And made their decision
The sheep could live
And bring them religion

So all was sweet
And all was swell
Until that fateful day
Down fell a shell

The animals thought
This was a mighty fine treat
But a turtle in a shell
Is too hard to eat

So this poor little turtle
Shell covered meat
Was banished to the poor
Poor side of the creek
Yes Delusionville was ruled
by buzzards and swine
Until through the hole
Fell the mighty canine

How could they condemn the mighty wolf
To servitude?
The lords of the underground
Started feeling like food

In Delusionville
There’s no place to hide
Back in the time of wolves
Many animals died

But he who parts the waters
Turns the tide
It seemed that fate and folly
Had been on their side

You see the mighty wolf
Had banged his noggin
And his wolfish nature
Had been forgotten

So the pigs told the wolf
He was never so awesome
And he should carry on
With a great deal of caution
Yes the mighty wolf
Must always behave
Yes the might wolf
Will always be our slave

But that was then
And this is now
And all remained the same
The same somehow
Every animal
Had their sacred cow
And revolution
Was not allowed

Yes every animal
Knew their place
And to question anything
Was a social disgrace

In Delusionville Buzzards
Held the highest positions
The pigs were all
Self serving politicians
They wrote the laws
And social contracts
And built the factories
That churned out the facts

The ducks were all hype
And economic ambition

The sheep were all
On a spiritual mission

The turtles saw it all
With dry eyed superstition

The Rabbbits adopted
Others’ opinions

And the Combrats patrolled
The edges of paradise
Because leaving Delusionville
Would be the animals’ demise