Because they were without joy, happy homes or funny toys
They called me the bunny boy, just to make me cry
Peter was my bunny's name, every time I called he came
Except the day he ran away
My mother found his hiding place and crawled inside as Peter ate
A carrot mommy used as bait
And then she brought Peter out to me, standing in the rain, with tears running down my cheeks
They called him the bunny boy