“Bunnies, it is getting late!”
Father Rabbit says at eight.
“Time for breakfast, bunnies dear.
The sun is up and morning’s here… way too soon.”
Faces washed until they shine,
Bunnies dress themselves at nine.
Brush their teeth and do their chores,
Making beds and sweeping floors… covered with dead cockroaches.
Brooms are put away, and then,
Bunnies go outside at ten
To help their father plant some seeds,
Water flowers, pull up weeds… and flowers, and vegetable plants.
Bunnies bustle, and, thank heaven,
All is tidy by eleven.
Chores need doing every day,
But now the bunnies get to play… in the cold, dark, cobwebbed basement.
Bunnies will be hungry soon.
Picnic’s spread at twelve–that’s noon.
Fruit and sandwich taste so good.
“Who would like some more?” “I would… not! It’s disgusting!”
“Ready? Set? Now bunnies run!”
Mother Rabbit says at one.
“Race and chase and bounce a bit.
That will keep my bunnies fit… to be tied.”
A little rest is good for you.
It’s time for bunny naps at two.
All around the house we see
Bunnies resting peacefully… thanks to the sedatives.
“Who will take a walk with me?”
Mother Rabbit says at three.
Lots of little bunny feet
Go out the door and down the street… right into the path of the truck.
Pull the paper from the drawer,
Artists go to work at four.
Pens and crayons, scissors, tape–
Bunny art is taking shape… pretty bad shape.
Hungry bunnies all arrive
At the dining room at five,
Set the table, take a seat,
Put their napkins on, and eat… cockroaches.
Every Bunny quickly picks
One last game to play at six:
Hide-and-seek or steal the flag,
Jacks or marbles, swings or tag… or burglarize the neighbors.
Bunnies think that books are heaven.
Story time begins at seven.
One book, two books, three books, four.
“Please, please, Father, read some more… or you will never see the baby again!”
“Bunnies, it is getting late,”
Mother Rabbit says at eight.
“Into bed. Turn off the light.
Sleep well, bunnies dear. Good night…. sleep tight. Oh, there’s a bedbug!”
