My Little Bunny
Gerrard, Gerrard,
You used to live in my yard.
I chased you around with a towel,
Now I see that was a foul.
Through the pine trees you went,
Right over the pavement.
Then you ran across the parking lot,
In my heart, you left an empty spot.
Copyright © Maddi Zapinski | Year Posted 2021
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