• There once was a girl,
    Well there still is….
    Who thought she was a bunny,
    She would wear rabbit ears,
    And hop around when it was sunny…
    Many thought it was funny.
    HAHA
    HEHE.
    CHUCKLE.
    CHUCKLE.
    But this was more serious then ever to have thought.
    For you see young lad,
    She was… truly mad.
    Or was she?
    Who has the right to deicide?
    What one feels inside?
    Did I tell you about the tail…
    Well lets just say it was not made of cotton.
    It was one of a wolf,
    There’s something that can’t be forgotten.
    A girl, with rabbit ears,
    And a wolf’s gray tail,
    Hoppy down the bunny trail.
    But I must say would you rather it be Fred?
    The monster you have under your bed?
    Just because she can’t play the flute,
    Doesn’t mean she’s not a hoot.
    True colors she will only show,
    To the one who truly like to know.
    Who are not there to show harsh attitudes,
    But to befriend this gentle mind,
    To show her that some people can be kind.