Posted by tabitha on July 13, 2002, at 5:53:55
In reply to ...What's the worry , life is crap , posted by ctrlaltndel on July 13, 2002, at 5:08:26
In the Spring a bunny came down the road.
She was going to find a home of her own.
A home for a bunny,
A home of her own,
Under a rock,
Under a log,
Or under the ground.
Where would a bunny find a home?Where is your home? she asked the robin.
Here, here, here, sang the robin.
Here in this nest is my home.
Here Here Here, sang the little robins who were about to fall out of the nest.
Here is our home.
Not for me, said the bunny.
I would fall out of a nest.
I would fall on the ground.So she went on looking for a home.
Where is your home, she asked the frog.
Wog, wog, wog, sang the frog.
Wog, wog, wog, Under the water,
Down in the bog.Not for me, said the bunny.
Under the water, I would drown in a bog.So she went on looking for a home.
Where do you live?, she asked the groundhog.
In a log, said the groundhog
Can I come in?, said the bunny.
No, you can't come in my log, said the groundhog.So the bunny went down the road
Down the road and down the road she went
She was going to find a home of her own.
A home for a bunny, a home of her own.
Under a rock, or a log, or a stone.
Where would a bunny find a home?Down the road, and down the road,
and down the road she went, until...
She met a bunny.Where is your home? she asked the bunny.
Here, said the bunny, here is my home.
Under this rock, under this stone.
Down under the ground, here is my home.Can I come in? said the bunny.
Yes, said the bunny.And that was her home.
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