I almost ran over a bunny last night
Well I did run over her since it was too late to brake
Luckily she was still sitting there on the road, just as still
So I thought, what a brave soul
Or perhaps she has gone through some traumatic events recently
and she was about to make a statement of her lamentable life
She strove hard, but nobunny appreciated
She sought for love, but no one reciprocated
She wanted her voices to be heard
She wished her beauty to be admired
Maybe only blood could draw some attentions
So there she went, and stayed, right in the mid of the road
Waiting for that moment, a flash in the pan
But I didn't care, nor did any ensuing drivers behind me, I assume
She might be the one in a thousand from her bunnyland
Nonetheless she was no more than an ordinary bunny
Perhaps weak and frightened
Unable to stay away from the traffic
Too bad for her, unless she strove even harder to have her name known
There would be hardly anyone interested in her sorrow and pain
