If I Could Dig Like a Rabbit
If I could dig holes in the ground like a rabbit,
D’you know what I’d do?
Well, I’d dig a deep hole—
Right under that tree—
Then I’d go down—and down,
And find out where the tree starts,
And I’d find out how it eats and drinks,
And what makes it grow....
Yes I would!
P’r’aps I could dig a hole right up into that tree,
And—see—it—grow!...
But p’r’aps I couldn’t.
Anyway I could dig ‘way down,
And see all the flower seeds,
And all the grass seeds,
And under that big rock there might be some rock seeds.
And I’d see everything start growing.
Do all the seeds make noises
When they start to grow?
What do You s’pose about that?
I s’pose they sing,
’Cause they’re so glad to come up here and see the sunshine....
Well, anyway I’d find out all about it, ‘way down there,
And then I’d want to come up home,
And I’d have so much to tell to You!
If I could dig holes like a rabbit,
That’s just what I would do.
Rose Strong Hubbell