Bluebells

In the bluebell forest
There is scarce a sound,
Only bluebells growing
Everywhere around.

I can't see a blackbird
Or a thrush to sing,
I think I can almost
Hear the bluebells ring.

Ah! there is a bunny,
And he's listening too,
Or perhaps he's thinking—
What a sea of blue!
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