Bunnies Stuffed With Fairydust:

In the midst of my window
That's facing the Sun,
Are those tiny dust bunnies
Always on the run.

With all watching eyes
On the yellow brick road,
Golden shades of colors
And dust bunnies explode.

Into a million little pieces
They multiply so fast,
Those tiny dust bunnies
That's having a blast.

With Sun left to come
A highway to roam,
It's never no wonder
They never stay home.

For soon as a curtain
Or front door is cracked,
Those tiny dust bunnies
Are hard to hold back.

They're off to the races
They're saddled up to ride,
Where floating fairy dust
And daylight collide.