Kathy, The Bunny Queen

My sister Kathy is Queen of the Bunnies. Now, this isn't something she'd planned, like when you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up. It just kind of happened. Like the President, I'm sure, who one day found himself occupying the White House. It's kind of like that.

All bunnies love my sister. It's a universal bunny-type reaction. No one knows why. But they show up, somehow finding her with their little bunny radar (so that's why their ears are so large!) or something like that.

Here is a chime I wrote about Kathy, the Queen of the Bun-Buns, for the littlest readers out there. Husband will put it in the Rhymes & Chimes section when he has a place for it.



Every night when the moon is out, Kathy the Bunny Queen takes her basket and goes outside.

She sits on her bench under the willow tree.

All the bunnies come out to greet her.

They bring her flowers for her hair.

She pats them on the head and reads them bunny stories.

The bunnies sit at her feet and listen as she sings them a bunny lullaby.

They watch the stars that twinkle in the sky.

The Bunny Queen gives each bunny a grape leaf from her vineyard.

The bunnies eat their leaves, then give their queen a little bow.

Kathy the Bunny Queen says goodnight.

All the little bunnies go to their holes, say their prayers, and go to sleep.




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