Hopping little bunny loved the store,
Hidden by the trees near the shore,
She loved candies and playing outdoors.
‘Stranger danger” her mommy said,
Little bunny didn’t listen she ended up dead.
Skinned alive her fur was painted red,
So listen to your mama stupid thickhead.
Hmm I wonder why I can’t write poems for kids.
Wait.. Why are those parents chasing me with sticks?
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