The Velveteen Rabbit

Remember when the world was all just a giant place to play?

Not a care to burded down upon your shoulders

Each moment so alive

Every day fills the springtime of your life

With the fragrance of youth

Remember on those summer days

When you fought off the heat with a garden hose

And the sun would chase you, hot on your heals

To the nearest pool

Out back where you sat on the swing

And the grass had long since worn away

And you'd swing so high and laugh so long

I'd much rather run through a rainstorm

Or climb my favorite tree

Then talk about politics, sports or TV

And I'd like to think as I walk

Alone in the peace of God's evening

That he hears me thanking him

My frame of mind always gets torn

When I see old Brownie, all tattered and torn

And the face he gives me

Just adds to the weight of my sentimental chain

Roses have thorns and coffee's not tea

And I don't have to smell them to see in front of me

That all's not quiet on the Western Front today

And at night my warm silent friend

Is held close to my heart

And I sleep to dream of tomorrow's new day