You killed and cooked your son's pet bunny.
Now you laugh but it's not funny.
It's wrong to kill a kid's pet.
When you see him cry, it will be something that you'll regret.
Your son loved that rabbit, it was his pride and joy.
I feel sorry for him because he's going to be a sad little boy.
You want me to tell him so that you won't have to see him have a fit.
Hell no! You made your bed, now you can lie in it.
Randy Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-made-your-bed-now-you-can-lie-in-it/
