From the March 1945 issue of The Southern Planter
There is a place for the raising of domestic rabbits on many farms. …meat supplies are sharply cut by the war, rabbit raising is a flourishing business and rabbit meat is an import food item.
And as the war progresses, the little jingle that follows may become a reality with many homemakers:
Bye Baby Bunting,
Mamma’s gone a hunting
To get a rabbit for our meal.
She can’t find beef, pork or veal.
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