Hush-a-bun
Tears be done
And fold your ears down for the evening
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty neon carrots
Danvers, and nantes
Chantenay, imperator
All the pretty neon carrots
Way out yonder in the galaxy
Poor little bunny’s crying mama
Stars and comets crown their bonnets
Poor little bunny’s crying mama
Hush-a-bun
Tears be done
And fold your ears down for the evening
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty neon carrots
Danvers, and nantes
Chantenay, imperator
All the pretty neon carrots
Rockabye bunny in the spaceship
When the ship swerves the cradle will dip
When the ship stops the cradle will tumble
And out will sprawl bunny in a big jumble
Go to sleep-y little bun
Pet your fur back and dream
No more hoping
No more sniffing
Now is the time for sleep
Dream of carrots in the sky
Chase their neon space tails
Catch their fronds in bunny paws
And bring them home
Ten little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped left and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Nine little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped right and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Eight little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped up and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Seven little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped down and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Six little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped sideways and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Five little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped forward and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Four little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped backward and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Three little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped clockwise and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Two little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One hopped counterclockwise and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
One little bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Fell down and bumped their head
Momma called up med bay and the officer said
No more bunnies playing anti-grav tag
Hush little bunny don’t make a peep
Mama’s gonna bring you some lettuce to eat
And that lettuce don’t satisfy
Mama’s gonna bring you a radish to try
If that radish has too much spice
Mama’s gonna bring you an iceberg slice
And if nothing but a neon carrot will do
She’ll search the galaxy for one just for you