Put 'em all under my Agway hat
Country Ditty
I remember playing in the fields as a little boy
Tractors and hay bales were this farm boys toys
I'm inside the barn, just a-hanging around
When I saw 6 little bunnies bounce cross the ground.
While I went in search for a burlap sack
When I returned much to my disamy
They ran away and never came back.
this is Aunt Deb's favorite
© 1999 Bob Murphy
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