Timid Bunnies

See the bunnies sitting there,
Let us give them all a scare,
Clap your hands, ha, ha! they flop
Each beneath a turnip top;
Clap again, see how they run,
White tails bobbing in the sun;
Fathers, sons, and big, big brothers,
Little babies and their mothers;
Helter-skelter, off they go,
To their burrows down below.
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