I stare crossly out of my hutch

                                    I really don't like it much

                                    I'd rather run in the garden, free

                                    Munching flowers for my tea

                                    You can stroke me if you like

                                    I won't scratch or try to bite

                                    But don't pick me up by my ears

                                    That will only end in tears

                                   
                                    I love to hop and jump around
                                   
                                    And I hardly make a sound
                                    
                                    I love to snuffle and sniff your hair
                                    
                                    And stand up and taste the air
                                  
                                   
                                    Make sure you give me plenty of food

                                    That always improves my mood

                                    And if I can't come out to roam

                                    This hutch isn't too bad a home