I poo, therefore I am.
The otherbun's grass is always mine as well.
A snack in time leaves space for another nine
Neither a burrower or a lender be (especially if it's food, you may not get it back).
A whim away, a whim away...
May we take this opportunity to wish each and every one of you a very hoppy Christmas.
You can dig it up all over the carpet!