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On the Celtic Invasion of Wexford, we took a ferry to one of the Saltee Islands to see puffins, gannets, lots of other birds. It was so much fun. I was also amused when I saw bunnies in the bracken. Sounded like a cute idea for a song.

This answers just what the bunnies are doing in the bracken? ;-)

Bunny in the bracken

There’s a bunny in the brackenThe fox is chasing tailThe gannet dives down to the seaShe pulls up and sails

Before the sun goes sliding downThe waves they ebb good nightThe bunny taps her feet in timeWith dreams of love tonight

* Hey ho, whatcha knowThe beasts are getting friskyHey ho, whatcha knowThe hills they hum alongThe moon peeks out through the cloudsAs the ground is getting mistyThe bracken bounces like a bedThe beat goes on til dawn

There’s a bunny in the brackenFox feet they follow herShe stops to nip the neeps she needsWhile fluffing up her fur

Fox strolls up close behind herShe munches merrilyHer ears perk up. She glances backAnd blushes with the feat

There’s a bunny in the brackenShe beckons with her tailFox races forth and licks his pawsShe giggles and she wails

Fox pulls out the fiddleHe plays with grit and graceThe gannet slaps the rhythm outOn bones and bums and bass

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