The Rabbit

On the day of Christmas Eve,
A little Rabbit said to me,
All the things he'd like to be.
I'd be a farmer in the North,
Herding sheep through fog,
All day long without a care,
Even in my underwear.
I'd be a pilot in the skies,
Flying people around the flies,
Even the birds those poor dears,
Flying over the seas I hear.
I'd be a sun in the clouds,
Guiding people round and round,
Up the mountains down the cliffs,
Even in a great big sift.
But best of all I think I’d be,
A rabbit grazing happily,
The bestest thing in the world,
Is that of which I already own.