The leaves of the old oak are rustled
As the bunny kits are bustled
It seems the doe
Has run into a foe
This whelp is unsure
If this furball may bring pleasure
Or may it bring him trouble
For his mum is not quite humble
Alas, he will never know
For the kits are already hopping after the doe
The adventures carry on
For the unfortunate family runs into a fawn
It is beautiful, but large
And they are afraid it might charge
On they go again
But this time toa secret garden
Then they encounter a crow
And he looks filled with sorrow
But his face turns to a wicked grin
For he's hungry, and food has just entered the garden
He spreads his dark wings a swoops
For the bunnies just hopped in the chicken coop
The bunnies start quite the racket
So they leave without a trace of their little bracket
They finally return to the bunny hole
This was an interesting day to the full

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