Who lives quietly in our world
With hardly any sound?
Its home's beneath our human feet
In a burrow, underground.
Who loves to eat a lettuce leaf -
Perhaps a carrot too?
Who has four incisor teeth
That help it when it chews?
Who's home is in the woodland glades,
In fields or on the moors?
And who do children love as pets?
I think you’ve guessed for sure.
But did you know that in the wild
They only live one year
And can hear from all directions
With their longish rabbit ears?
And did you know that when they're born
They don’t have any fur?
When confronted with a choice of food
Which kinds do they prefer?
Well gardeners don’t like rabbits;
They’re the sneakiest of thieves.
They love to steal the things you grow,
Especially lettuce leaves.
But in the wild they’ll dine on grass,
And other things they'll find -
But if you have a rabbit pet,
Just bear one thing in mind:
Without some foods on which to grind,
A rabbit’s teeth grow long,
And when the vet looks in his mouth,
He'll say, 'His diet’s wrong!'
His teeth will cause him lots of pain,
And, with trouble on the way,
The vet will give you this advice:
'You feed him lots of hay.'
But when the toothache has been fixed,
And Bunny’s in your arms,
He’ll make a cuddly, friendly pet,
Who you’ll keep safe from harm.
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