The bunnies jumped softly when they saw your pink watch. Oh, the sight!
The pretty watch is broken, worthless, and the overjoyed bunnies can have it. Happy, happy!
Five o’ clock is standing still and the bubbly bunnies will be clinking their fragile tea-cups forever. Clink! Clink!
The tiny voices are bouncing off the pink clouds of my thoughts. Singing bunnies!
They live inside, my little five o’ clock bunnies, coloring my days. My black days!