Away With Worry: Bunny Tails In Spring
Angela Black presents a seasonal poem for children.
A bunny on a knobbly hill
Washed her whiskers with her paws
I sat there so very still
Behind a bush of yellow gorse.
The up her seven babies popped
Each fuzzy-wuzzy bunny-ball
I had to stroke them - quite forgot
To keep behind my yellow wall.
I ran towards the knobly hill
I saw eight bunny tails flash white
Whisk and frisk and bob until
Not one was anywhere in sight.
