She was just in her room
playing with Mrs. Bunny and pink Tibby Bear.
She drove out to the garden on her Big Wheel,
Mrs. Bunny and Tibby on the seat.
She’s standing in the flower bed,
in the yellow morning light,
wearing her frilly white slip
with her messy blonde hair,
whispering wishes to a lady bug, on the back of her hand.
She sings songs to Tibby and Mrs. Bunny.
They sit on the Big Bird chair
and watch The Elephant Show.
She turns off the TV
with her pink painted toe.
She has to check the vines in the garden
for fat peas to eat with their lunch.
They sit at the table on the deck.
Mrs. Bunny and Tibby each have a small yellow chair.
I won’t tell her about
the fairies flying over her blonde head in the sun.
She is a little stubborn.
She won’t try the potty chair,
unless Mrs. Bunny sits there first.
For bath time, Mrs. Bunny and Tibby
have to sit on the counter to wait.
After she’s clean, there’s still time
to check for sweet corn,
for a bedtime treat.
Where is she now?
She’s out in her swing,
trying to touch the clouds with her feet.
It’s bedtime, little one,
we’ll read lots of books,
until you, Mrs. Bunny and Tibby
have a dance with the Sandman.