Today is the birthday of British poet Gavin Ewart, who wrote:
“For nursery days are gone, nightmare is
real and there are no god Fairies.
The fox’s teeth are in the bunny
and nothing can remove them, honey.”
And I guess that’s right, isn’t it?
Metaphor
Surely some revelation is at hand.
Metaphor 
Chris, I think you and I must have heard this snippet of poetry in the same place: Writers’ Almanac, right? I can’t find the whole poem online anywhere. But the little piece we have strikes me with a sharp bitterness, and the “honey,” seems very ironic. I can picture a man disillusioned, confessing it to his child – or his wife – with a certain amount of anger.
I found your blog by accident while googling for this poem which I heard earlier today and loved. The last word, “honey,” colors the whole poem with a sense of whimsy and mystery. I keep wondering who’s honey. Is the author talking to their partner? A child? The world? What event triggered the loss of innocence?