by Barbi Brown




Some rabbits' life


Is full of strife


They run for cover


Day and night.




Their fur is soiled


Their flesh is torn


Their ears are scared


Their hearts forlorn.




But I am one


Who's kept with care


And proudly shown


At County Fair.




At the show


I proudly pose


And love it when


You pet my nose.




You brush my fur


And stroke my head


I can always count


On being fed.




My cage is clean


With lots of room


My hay is fresh


My water cool




You keep me cool


In summer's heat


My winter home


Just can't be beat




You brings me toys


And girls and boys


To tell me how I'm loved.




I love you too


I'm sure you know


That's why I pace the floor


In hopes it's time to pack and go


On to the next big rabbit show.




I"m happy here


I'm not a fool


I do not care to run


A rabbit's life out on it's own


Is never safe and seldom fun.




I thank you now


For love and care


I truly am


A lucky hare.