The bunnies must be burrowing
their homes beneath my lawn.
They leap and prance, cavort and dance,
and simply won’t HOP ON!
The bunnies must be burrowing
their homes beneath my lawn.
They leap and prance, cavort and dance,
and simply won’t HOP ON!
The Uvalde children jaunt me.
They lie ‘neath Texas wind.
And the grieving hearts that loved them
will never fully mend.
“This day is made for happiness.
This day is made for you.
You’ll take a turn for happiness
in all you say and do.”
Fortune smiles on you today
and looks on you with favor.
Fortune brings you bright success
in a day that you can savor.
“Today you’ll find a happy heart.
You’ll find a settled mind.
You’ll find a path to happiness.
You’ll find ways to be kind.”
Your day will sizzle with success.
You’ll find a burst of happiness.
You’ll laugh out loud when day is through
‘cause ev’rything went right for you.
My candle burns for Colin –
his body and his soul.
May peace among the nations
keep him safe and keep him whole.
Careful now!
Don’t eat the lettuce!
Some strange ailment’s
out to get us!
The bunnies frolic night and day.
They nibble through my garden.
A bite-bite here.
A chomp-chomp there.
It makes my cold heart harden.
I HATE wabbits!