Fuzzy Funny Bunny
Hidden just below the slope
To remind you all of my present
My presence you call hope
Be kind to this gentle one who knows
Her seeds shall always grow
The sky did speak
To bless her beak
As the rain was falling
She stood there calling
Through touch we have grown
Lord love is shown
God blessed our land
By the touch of his hands
Thunder broke the shanks
God sent us thanks
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