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.