My Brother Threw Up On My Stuffed Toy Bunny

My brother threw up on my stuffed toy bunny,

You better not laugh 'cause it really isn't funny.

It was lying in my bed while I was sound asleep

but it could have been worse--it could have been me.



My bunny's name was Bill and he was pink and white,

His eyes were purple and they glowed at night.

His ears were ragged and his nose was red,

He was soft as my pillow from his paws to his head.



My Dad tried to help when I started to scream.

He threw my bunny in the washing machine.

But my bunny, Bill, still smelled so bad;

I lost the best friend that I ever had.



So bunny now sits on my shelf at home,

Next to my smelly toy telephone

And the dirty old bear with the stains and the spots,

'Cause my little brother throws up a lot.



My brother threw up on my stuffed toy bunny,

You better not laugh 'cause it really isn't funny.

It was lying in my bed while I was sound asleep

but it could have been worse--it could have been me