My Little Toy Bunny

My little toy bunny
Now it is placed on my shelf
Good friends and happy memories not forgotten.
It feels cold, and tastes like dry grass.
Once it was ivory white.
Like the clean snow in winter.
Hours by hours, days by days
It’s no longer the colour of the clean snow.
The base, made out of old-fashioned fabric.
With azure blue, navy blue and yellow strips
Two tiny ears, as pink as the early roses,
Red eyes, the colour of the red cherry.
The Fudge Factory is where it was born.
Travelled from Bruny Island to Hobart,
From Hobart to Melbourne,
And waited to travel more
My only toy bunny,
The precious one
My toy bunny
My white angel