Bun Bun

Arriving home late at night
Comes a father, out of sight
To the girl’s room he’s coming in
With a rabbit, almost wearing thin

Stuffed, not real, pink and green
The nicest thing the girl has seen
The ears of the rabbit are soft as silk
She’s drawn to the animal, like a baby to milk

The little girl squeals with delight
After her father turns off the light
A thing to play with, a thing to cuddle
A thing that will comfort when in a muddle

Around it’s neck a red ribbon lied
Now nobody knows where it may have tied
It used to be colourful, now it’s grey
But it still gets loved to this very day