Hopping Along
Over the meadow he goes
Then nibbles the tasty green grass
And hopping along the mountain pass
Always alert to the many foes
Why he’s a shinny brown
So he can hide close to the ground
But when it snows white and bright
He’ll be white as the light
Down in the den all cozy and warm
Many little ones wiggle and squirm
Not very long and they will hop and jump
Here out in the sun sit with their little hump
Catching every little motion
Of the enemies keen notion
With those round eye so clear
For there is always something to fear
But when we get to heaven
It will be different then
You will pet the bunny
He’ll wiggle his nose funny.