You are too loud for Paris,
Mademoiselle London
Said the Little Lapin Chaud
As he sat at the bar
Sipping his piss-poor demi
Sneaking peeks at himself in the mottled mirror
Behind the dusty liquors that no one drinks
Fluffing his fur and
Looking over her shoulder
To see what new meat
Had been delivered on the tourist truck

We like our bunnies quiet
Said the Little Lapin Chaud
As he nodded over to Snow-White
With her shiny new coat and paws crossed demurely
Eyes cast down fluttering her lashes as she
Turned her back on the wolves

Mademoiselle London looked at herself in the mottled mirror
And saw her hair clumped with pain au chocolat
And her eyes red with booze

See? Said Little Lapin Chaud
You stare too hard and you have your paws up
Like you’re waiting for a big thick carrot

Mademoiselle London put her paws down
Her eyes down
And her hopes down
As the Little Lapin Chaud left her side
Taking a seat next to Snow White and smiling
With his lips closed
Careful to hide his wolf teeth.