Bunnies can jump

I call it a binky

They eat plenty of hay

Most think it’s rather stinky

My first bunny was black,

A black sort of inky

She would jump and crack

I know that’s shes sinking

My love gone with little inkling

Bunny’s hop

I still call it binky

They can leap

They can race

They can seek

They can hide

They can thrive

I will try

but that’s about it.