Bernie was a bunny
Born inside the garlic bed.
His mother left him safely there-
He waited to be fed.
But one warm day in summer
When the garlic harvest started,
His nest was torn up, so away
He and his sisters darted!
They came back in the evening
For the first few hungry days
Their mother met them where the nest
Had been before always.
The babies grew, their ears stood up.
That let their mother know
That they would now be fine alone
And she could safely go.
Now Bernie’s sisters went to find
Their own new spaces, too.
But Bernie stayed because he knew
The gardener wished him to.
Each morning when she came to see
What work needed to be done,
Bernie winked and flipped his tail
And took off at a run.
Although they had each other now
Poor Bernie looked quite lonely.
Sometimes he played with chipmunks, but
He often felt quite “only.”
Then one bright day,
When out to play,
He found a little friend!
Though we know his tale will hop on,
For now, this is THE END.