Big Fat White Bunny Boots
Ballooning at my feet
Tromping through the snow
Wearing them is always a treat
My toes stay warm
My socks stay damp
Falling below my heels
Not to be straightened till back at camp
First I fall towards the left
Then I fall towards the right
Walking down the path is a trip
Especially at night
Big Fat White Bunny Boots
Aren’t in style in L.A.
But I don’t mind
As I do the Bunny Boot Ballet
Hey, where are my toes?
They’re in there somewhere, I know
Snuggled warm and damp
Ready for the mercury to hit 40 below
They slip on so easily
Plenty of room for my feet
And two pairs of socks
And a towel and a sheet
No really they aren’t that big
My steps are actually quite small
Any attempts at larger ones
Could result in a cold, snowy fall.
Then how do I get up?
My ankles won’t bend a bit
No mittens on my hands
For now, I will just sit.
— Kathi Voetmann
Eagle River
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