Fly The Fuzzy Skies

Baby bunnies must imprint on all air travelers.
Each man has his coney-own as every girl has hers.
With bunnies in your baggage TSA just waves you through.
Don’t x-ray bunnies, though: They’ll glow, and take it out on you.

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