As I walked into a cafe one morning,
I spied a young writer a-sitting alone
Her laptop was open,
Her fingers were tappin'*
And as I passed by, she was mutt'ring this song:

Chorus:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, you Plot Bunnies
If this is the story you want me to write
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, you Plot Bunnies
Then don't you dare get lost, or give me a fight!

Someone once asked the writer John Steinbeck
About his ideas -- the 'How,' 'Why,' and 'When.'
He answered, quite simply: "Ideas are like rabbits --
"You start out with two, and you get a dozen."**

(Chorus)

God damn them bunnies -- keep changing direction!
Hip-hopping all over, all throughout my brain.
And just when I think I've got 'em all settled
Then seven more pop in, and we start it again!

(Chorus)

Some folks write to get rich and famous
But that's where they get it most awfully wrong
The publishing houses are great corporations --
If it don't fit their market, it ain't worth this song!

(Chorus)

It's writin' and rewrite and edit them bunnies;
Oh how I wish that they would sit still
It's writin' and rewrite and edit them bunnies;
But if I keep at it, might get a novel.

(Chorus)

Your mother was a story I heard as a child,
Your sire, a report in last week's news.
I'll fix you with dialog and setting, and grammar,
And when you are finished, I'll lie down and snooze!

*Alternate lines:
Her notebook was open,
Her pen was a-scribblin'

**Paraphrased for scansion, published in a 1989 biography, if I recall correctly.