The Rabbit

The 🌙 is shining o'er the field, A little breeze is 🌬ing, A radish leaves are crispy, and 🌵, The 🥬s are growing. The 🦉 is in the ivy bush, With both her 👀s a 😉; The 🐰 shakes her little tail, A sits her down a thinking -- Oh! where are all the dormice gone? And are the 🐸s a vooing? Will no one come to play with me? What are they all doing ?" Poor little 🐰, all alone, Don't let the master meet you; He'll 🔫 you with his little gun, And merrily, he'll 🍽 you!