Sunday, May 04, 2008

Rabbits

The following poem comes from the eight-year-old brain of my darling daughter, the Princess Daffodil.

Rabbits


Rabbits are caged,
Rabbits are wild.
And in their habitat the weather is mild.

They jump all around,
Without any sound,
And then they dig a hole in the ground.

No one knows the secrets of rabbits
With their funny habits.



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