When wilt thou save the bunnies?
Oh God of mercy, when?
Not presidents, but freshmen,
Not thrones and crowns, but freshmen!
Flow’rs of thy heart, o God, are they;
Let them not pass, like weeds, away,
Their heritage a sunless day.
God save the bunnies.
Shall crime bring crime forever,
Wealth aiding still wealthy?
Is it thy will, o Father,
That freshmen shall toil for wrong?
“No”, say thy mountains;
“No”, say thy skies;
Bug’s clouded sun shall brightly rise,
And songs be heard instead of sighs.
God save the bunnies.
When wilt thou save the bunnies?
Oh God of mercy when?
The bunnies, Lord, the bunnies,
Not presidents, but freshmen!
God save the bunnies, for thine they are,
Thy children as thy angels fair.
God save the bunnies from despair.
God save the bunnies.
Oh God save the bunnies!
God save the bunnies!
Oh God save the bunnies!
God save the bunnies.
Oh God save the bunnies!
God save the bunnies!
Oh God save the bunnies!
When wilt thou save the bunnies?
O God of mercy when?
The bunnies, Lord, the bunnies,
Not thrones and crowns, but freshmen!
God save the bunnies, save us,
For thine they are, for thine they are.
Thy children as thy angels fair:
O, God save the bunnies,
Save the bunnies,
God save the bunnies,
From despair.
God save the bunnies!
God save the bunnies,
O, God save the bunnies,
God save the bunnies,
O, God save the bunnies,
God save the bunnies,
God save the bunnies,
God save the bunnies.

–Stephen Schwartz