Dust Bunnies
Dust bunnies are angry today.
They don’t want to be swept away.
When spring appears, it is dangerous.
It’s when the dust bunnies hiss.
When the outdoor bunnies come about.
The dust bunnies want to go out.
Outside, the bunnies eat the plants.
Inside, the dust bunnies live with the ants.
When the broom comes out-
The dust bunnies don’t just sit and pout.
They fight hard, the fight is rough.
But in the end, we get every tuft!
We watch the real bunnies play outside.
We try to forget that the dust bunnies cried.
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