[I like little green bunnies. They are the cutest.]
You know when you go, hopping to and fro, you mix people up, wondering "where are they headed?" "I don't know."
And I think, "you know what" I know where they go, they're headed to the valley where the snow doesn't go.
They head there in groups, in gatherings, and flocks. To throw off their jacket, sweaters, and smocks.
In the valley the sun shines each day of the year, and the weather is warm and the sky always clear.
Head there now, and meet them for tea, I'll be headed there too, you can meet me.
[mmmm, warm every day. Would like that.]