A gentle bunny soft and shy,
With twinkling eyes that catch the sky.
A hop, a skip, then off it goes,
Among the tulips, past the rose.
Its fur is white as winter snow,
Its cheeks a rosy, blushing glow.
It munches leaves and sips the dew,
And hides beneath the sky so blue.
With little feet that barely thump,
It scurries near a grassy hump.
Then curls up warm in hidden shade,
Where sun and breeze together played.
So small, so pure, a heart so light,
It brings the meadows joy and bright.
Oh, little bunny, full of cheer—
The world feels kinder when you're near.
