I wish I could catch that bunny,

And stroke his soft fur with my hand.

Why he should be so scared of me,

Is very hard to understand.

I would stroke him very gently,

The way I always pet my cat;

I’d rub my nose on his cold nose,

And give his furry rump a pat.

If only he would be my friend,

And sometimes come to play with me;

I’d go outside and romp with him,

In the shade of the old oak tree.