Copyright 12th February 2015 Elizabeth Paterson
Florence and Rose were both very fine rabbits;
They kept
their ears brushed and had very fine habits,
And every so often
they would bound down the lane
To jump up
on board the pink crepe paper train.
The train started
rolling with billowing steam
And
Florence then served up some strawberries and cream.
They sat down
beside a bright, clear window pane
And admired
the views from the crepe paper train.
Rose hopped in
excitement and Florence giggled with glee.
They ate
lemonade scones and drank raspberry tea.
And they waved at
the horse with the caramel mane
And leaned
out the window of the crepe paper train.
Florence wore a sunflower hat on her head;
She'd tried to hold onto it, but it blew off instead.
It flew over the
meadow and far through the plain
And then far from sight of the crepe paper train.
Rose saw a pot on the sill filled with Clover;
She would fashion a garland and hopped quickly over
To cover dear Florence's head with the chain
And rally her friend's spirits on the crepe paper train.
The train took them
home to the dandelion hill
With the
great willow tree and the old flour mill.
Florence and
Rose, in the cool falling rain,
Waved farewell
to the crepe paper train.
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