歌词
(Verse 1)
In the meadow, where the wildflowers sing,
Lives a little bunny with a floppy thing.
It's not his ear, nor his tiny tail,
It's his bouncy hop, leaving a happy trail.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, watch him go,
Through the clovers, down the row.
With every leap, he's stealing the show,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the star of the meadow.
(Verse 2)
He twitches his nose, and wiggles his toes,
As he flops around, everybody knows.
He's the heart of the party, the light of the sun,
That floppy bunny is second to none.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, in the sun's glow,
He's the rhythm of the meadow, the one-man show.
With a flip and a flop, he's on the go,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the meadow's Van Gogh.
(Bridge)
When the moon rises high, and the stars twinkle bright,
He'll flop under the sky, in the soft moonlight.
Dreaming of carrots, and fields wide and plenty,
He's the flopping bunny, and his dreams are never empty.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, even in dreams,
He's hopping through meadows, crossing streams.
With a heart full of joy, and fur so snowy,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the tale of the meadow's glory.
(Verse 1)
In the meadow, where the wildflowers sing,
Lives a little bunny with a floppy thing.
It's not his ear, nor his tiny tail,
It's his bouncy hop, leaving a happy trail.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, watch him go,
Through the clovers, down the row.
With every leap, he's stealing the show,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the star of the meadow.
(Verse 2)
He twitches his nose, and wiggles his toes,
As he flops around, everybody knows.
He's the heart of the party, the light of the sun,
That floppy bunny is second to none.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, in the sun's glow,
He's the rhythm of the meadow, the one-man show.
With a flip and a flop, he's on the go,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the meadow's Van Gogh.
(Bridge)
When the moon rises high, and the stars twinkle bright,
He'll flop under the sky, in the soft moonlight.
Dreaming of carrots, and fields wide and plenty,
He's the flopping bunny, and his dreams are never empty.
(Chorus)
Hop, hop, flop, flop, even in dreams,
He's hopping through meadows, crossing streams.
With a heart full of joy, and fur so snowy,
That floppy bunny, oh, he's the tale of the meadow's glory.
