There is a new page to the right, to memorialize the buns we have loved and lost.
I'll lend you, for a little while, a bunny of mine, He said
For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead.
It may be for twelve or thirteen years or maybe less than three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring you charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I can not promise he will stay as all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there that I want this bun to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now you will give him all your love- not to think this labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again.
I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord thy will be done
For all the joy this bun shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run
We'll shower him with tenderness and love while we may
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.