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Scurry, scurry, little bunny
Where are you going? Are you heading to the forest?
Scurry, scurry, on your white paws
Running away, stained with dirt
The little bunny looked behind
Even though nothing was there
It hopped and hurried in a rush
But couldn't even find a place to hide...
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