BY JAY WELLER
THERE, IN A FIELD, BY A TREE, BY A STREAM
THERE IN THE TREE, THE SONGBIRD, HE SINGS
AND THERE, BY THE TREE, LITTLE BUNNY, SHE SIGHS
SHE SHAKES, AND SHE’S SCARED, TEARS WELL UP IN HER EYES
AMONG LAVENDER FIELDS, WITH GRASS SOFT AND GREEN
MAD STORMS RUSHING IN, ROLLING DARK, LIKE A DREAM
THE HORRIBLE CLAMOR, THAT COMES WITH THE RAIN
BUNNY’S TEETH CHATTER, ALONG WITH THE PAIN
AND BUNNY, SHE SHRINKS, AND SHE COWLS, AND SHE CRIES
ALL IS BROKEN, GOD’S HEART, AS TEARS WELL UP IN HER EYES
THE HORRIBLE CLAMOR THAT COMES WITH THE RAIN
ALL IF BROKEN, GOD’S HEART, WHEN BUNNY, SHE CRIES
BUT THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
JUST THINK OF THOSE SPARKLIN’ RAINBOW SKIES
AS YOU TEARS MELT INTO, SAUCER-LIKE PIES
THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
LAVENDER FIELDS OF GOLDEN SUNSHINE
THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
THINK OF THOSE SPARKLIN’ RAINBOW SKIES
THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
LAVENDER FIELDS OF GOLDEN SUNSHINE
THERE, LITTLE BUNNY, DRY YOUR SAD EYES
THINK OF THOSE SPARKLIN’ RAINBOW SKIES