Little bunny goes hop hop hop Groom the dream, my dear The sunrise is arriving Inside, the windows locked And the door is slightly open.

Creative Writing & Poetry
Little bunny goes hop hop hop Groom the dream, my dear The sunrise is arriving Inside, the windows locked And the door is slightly open.
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And