Poor Flossy

Oh, Rabbit, with thine white ferocious fangs You were stolen, with a piece of my heart. Torn and ripped away, none will know the pangs Of my broken soul, cruelly torn apart. Then, hallelujah, you returned to me And the empty place on my shelf was filled. Overwhelming joy everyone could see When I found out that you had not been killed. But, poor Flossy, what did they do to you? What inner turmoil must you overcome, To reconcile with those horrid few Who melted rabbit wished you to become. May they realize they've incurred Flossy's wrath, And should be weary if they cross her path.