What does a bun think of,
As he watches the world?
Does he dream of green fields,
Or a burrow full of girls?
Is it carrots and parsley,
Are they served at his feet?
Or out growing in sunlight,
But ready to eat?
What does a bun think of,
When he sits all alone,
In the comfort and safety,
Of his man-made home?
As he watches the world?
Does he dream of green fields,
Or a burrow full of girls?
Is it carrots and parsley,
Are they served at his feet?
Or out growing in sunlight,
But ready to eat?
What does a bun think of,
When he sits all alone,
In the comfort and safety,
Of his man-made home?
"Hmmm...I wonder what I can con my human slaves into doing for me today?"
Ask not what your bunny can do for you. Ask what you can do for your bunny.
ReplyDeleteAww I love that little face!
ReplyDeleteAwwww so cute!and Adorable!xx Rachel
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo...
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