Lunch by the Forest
Lunch beside the forest
Is the very best time of day
Cause little gypsy bunnies grow hungry
After a morning of travel and play.
Carrots, lettuce, bananas and hay
Even strawberries oh my!
Ginger bunny munches in delight
Watching soft puffy clouds float by.
A full little bunny tummy
In the glow of the afternoon sun
Makes Ginger a sleepy gypsy
With no energy left to dance or run.
So with a great big stretch
And an even bigger yawn
Little gypsy bunny flops in a pile of leaves
Outside the forest by a big vegetable farm
But soon Ginger is awoken
By a sudden tapping upon her furry head.
Who on earth could possibly be disturbing
This tired floppy gypsy bunny in bed?
Ginger opened her eyes to a strange little creature
Who looked human but had wings!
She is much, much, much smaller however
And she dances, whistles and sings!
“I’m a Faerie of this forest”
Sang the small little sprite.
“I frolic in the blooming flowers
By sunshine and moonlight.”
“I surely must be dreaming!” thought Ginger
and dreams sometimes come true,
“And it would be really fun if I could fly
With the Faeries in the forest too.”
So with the blink of an eye and twitch of the nose
From the pretty little sparkly sprite
Ginger grew sparkling bright bunny wings
And quickly soared into flight!
A dancing gypsy bunny that flies
With no paws on the ground!
Ginger fluttered away with the little sprite
To have a good look around.
The gypsy wagons looked so small
Like many festively colored ants.
And from high above the treetops
The forest smelled extra fragrant!
Over oaks and under willows
Ginger the flying bunny soared with delight!
"Now this is the way for a gypsy to travel,
I could fly all day and night!"
"Come fly over here" sang the faerie
And Gypsy bunny happily flew her way.
"I wish for you to meet my friends,
Before you must go away"
Ginger followed the little faerie
To a forest clearing edged in stone.
"My name is Ferndrella Faerie" she said,
"And this here is our home".
Ginger looked around in amazement
As more little faeries magically appeared.
Some were tall, some were small,
Some had moustaches and beards!
A small handsome faerie stepped forward
To greet the bewildered bunny.
"My name is Rasputin" he said as he bowed,
"And I like to fly where it's bright and sunny".
Next was a shorter, grandmotherly-like faerie
And her name was Brumella,
She always had cookies for the younger faeries
And flew under a big lacy umbrella.
A skinny faerie greeted Ginger next,
He wore pants shortened above his knees
"Fenkle's the name" he merrily said,
"And I love to sleep in the tops of trees!"
One after another they came,
As Ferndrella introduced them
"These are my cousins," she told Ginger,
"Myrica, Fettlewort, and Maythen,"
"A feast! A feast!" Called a jolly old fellow,
Who wore a chef's coat and floppy hat on his head.
"We must feast to our new friend
before it's time for bed"
"Who's that?" Quietly asked Ginger,
To her new friend Ferndrella
"Oh that's old Solidagio," She replied,
"He likes to cook with pasta and mozzarella!"
So all the little faeries gathered
In the shade of the leafy trees
To a meal in honor of Ginger bunny
And friends who are true indeed!
They ate and drank and laughed
Until the meal was done,
Then it was Ginger Gypsy Bunny's turn
To show them how to have fun!
Ginger bunny jumped to her paws,
Wings still fluttering free
She tightened up her coin scarf
And started to dance and shimmy
Some faeries grabbed some sticks and stumps
And added a dancing beat
While the rest of the faeries joined with Ginger
Twirling round on their tiny little feet
Now to an outsider looking in,
This must have looked like quite a sight!
Faeries dancing upon their toes
And a bunny with wings flying in the sunlight!
After an especially energetic dance
Both faeries and bunny clapped,
But soon they all grew tired
And all agreed upon a nap.
The faeries flew to their little homes
As Ginger bunny found a nice patch of leaves.
It didn't take long to fall asleep
Under a canopy of tall oak trees.
“Wake up, wake up! You sleepy bunny” Genevieve said,
Rubbing her furry little head,
"You don't want to sleep the day away,
So get up and out of your leafy bed."
Ginger rubbed her weary eyes
With her little brown bunny paw.
“Was it all just a dream,” she thought to herself,
“All the enchanted things I saw?”
Ginger hopped quickly to her feet,
Her beautiful wings were gone.
But the caravans were loading up,
So it was time to move on.
As they rode away in their caravan,
Ginger told Genevieve all of her story,
All about her little faerie friends,
And how high she flew in all her bunny glory!
Gypsies travel many, many lands
As they make their way.
Maybe there are sparkling gypsy faeries,
I mean, who’s really to say?
But little Ginger gypsy bunny
Knows what she saw that day
And now that's just another tale to pass along
To those they merrily meet
Along the gypsy pathway.
© 2005 M. Birster
