I’ve three anthropomorphic rabbits –

Quite tiny, made of clay –

The mother’s dressed for gardening,

The children dressed for play.

Just like real life, it seems to me

The status of these rabbits three.

 

My daughters, I thought, would like them

For they really are quite cute,

But they just turned their noses up and didn’t give a hoot.

 

So I’ve decided I will keep them,

Though in second childhood I may be,

For they are a conversation piece

When people come to tea.

 

There they stand upon the sideboard,

I can see them all the time,

As they are the inspiration

Of this inconsequential rhyme.

 

I don’t care if I’m thought funny

In my attachment to a bunny – or three.