Bunny Ballerina

Little Bunny was always a bit too shy
She liked to stay quietly off to one side
Yet inside she longed to be triumphant and brave
And above all else wished to dance on a stage
She secretly practiced with a small group of friends
A gathering of beetles, blackbirds and wrens
Friendly woodland folk who knew of her dreams
They gently encouraged her as she leapt in sunbeams

Standing on a mossy tree stump in a cool and quiet glade
She held a hazel twig above her head, twirling in the shade
When suddenly the twig began to sparkle and glow
With colourful sparks flying out like a firework show
With a gasp she looked down at her little pink toes
Where a pair of beautiful ballerina shoes began to grow
They ribboned their way around her ankles and tied in a bow
As three little field mice appeared and stood neatly in a row

They hopped onto her tummy and scampered about
Magically weaving threads darting this way and that
“Oh my goodness, that really does tickle!”
cried little Bunny in a laughing fit of the giggles
As rainbow colours filled the air amidst all the fun
Oh what a wonderful princess dress they had spun
Of the most delicate petals in hues of pinks and plums
Finally she was a real ballerina dancing proudly in the sun

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