Demure Bunny!

twitch... twitch... (a tiny nose)

Soft little bunny in the clover, Peeking through a leaf. She lowers her long eyelashes, And nibbles, sweet and brief.

She doesn't shout, she doesn't stomp, She tidies up her paws. A gentle hop, a quiet bow, No fuss and no applause.

DEMURE! Dih-MYOOR! So modest and so mild! Demure, the bunny, soft and sweet, A shy and tucked-in child.

twitch... twitch...

The frogs go BOING, the geese go HONK, But bunny just stays small. She waves a tiny careful wave, The softest one of all.

She isn't scared — she's simply calm. And then? The whole field leans... The frogs go still, the geese go hush, To catch what "quiet" means.

DEMURE! Dih-MYOOR! So modest and so mild... Demure, the bunny, soft and sweet — the quietest, coziest child.

twitch...

A whisper-hop... goodnight.

(Sweet dreams, little one.)

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