poetry

The Bunny Bus

The Bunny Bus

hop on up to the bunny bus
it’s a rainbow-colored ride
come along aboard with us
where everything’s tie-dyed

La-la will be your driver
and Franky’s her best mate
a twitchy nose behind the wheel
will make your vacation great

if you are feeling blue
or the highway’s got you stressed
just give their ears a stroke –
even softer than you’d guessed!

so which way’ll it be, son?
where should La-la head?
Up the hill to Haast?
or was it Wanaka you said?

either way she’s ready
her big hind foot’s a-tapping
and her whiskers are aquiver
(although Franky is still napping)

so wriggle on through
that little bunny door
that your worries just can’t fit through
you won’t need them anymore

‘cause with La-la at the wheel
and some carrots in your pocket
the good vibes are as electric
as your finger in a socket

now New Zealand rolls away
Southern Alps and ocean, too,
and if there’s any problem
it’s that the hours are too few

from one end of the South Island
all the way to the other –
now don’t forget to bring along
your mother, dad, and brother

there’s room for everyone
in this Technicolor dream
and, yum!, Franky’s passing round
scones with Devonshire cream

so come for tea and stay a week
the bunsters wave you in
cause on the rainbow bunny bus
we’re all like long-lost kin