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Hopper's Gift Hopper was a rabbit who was not like Peter at all He saw beauty in the place he called home His parents thought he was a pensive child overall Who would enjoy a small catacomb His mother's birthday was a month away He sat in his chair quietly planning For his gift that would please her everyday While she was busy with food she was canning His canvas was a large stone in his yard The paint would be from juices of roots and oil The best brush was a cattail stem from the old churchyard That to seek would not cause any turmoil Hopper collected dew from the next morning's grass As good artwork needed to be smooth and clear And for his mother it would be first class And a treasure that she would come to revere Each picture he drew showed a flower she would like The sunshine would bring out the colors so nicely Soon she would have a garden that was very lifelike With the likeness would stand out precisely Hopper's mother's surprise was worth all the work She hugged him and said flowers made her smile And she loved his special genuine birthday artwork And would brag about it for quite a while. |