RABBITS/HARES?

Rabbits (or are they hares?)

Are hopping wild and free.

They’ve overrun the neighborhood.

Rabbits multiply, you see.

They leap from the shrubbery,

On missions to and fro.

In the winter they’re invisible.

They blend in with the snow.

As they romp about and play,

They have a certain charm.

And so close is Easter day,

Who would cause them harm?

But there are far too many.

Let us not squeamish be.

Maybe rabbits (they’re really hares!)

Are good enough to fricassee?