When all the young bunnies
would race through the grass,
this one little bunny
would always be last.

He spoke to his father
'cause he wanted to know
if the rest of his life
he would always be slow.

Never give up, son"
his father would say.
"Try to be patient
You will make it someday."

"Just keep on believing -
and someday you'll see
that when it's your time
you'll be fast just like me."

As spring changed to summer
the bunny did grow.
And soon he discovered
he no longer was slow.

That small little bunny
who was last for so long -
had grown to a rabbit -
steady and strong.

Now when they gather
to race in the grass -
nobody can catch him -
because he is too fast!

And he always remembers
what his father would say.
"NEVER GIVE UP, SON -
YOU WILL MAKE IT SOMEDAY."

© Tom Krause
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