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I had a little bunny,
my little bunny died.
I buried him the backyard
and had a little cry.
Then up came the bunny,
up from the dirt...
Either he's a zombie bunny
or that bunny wasn't hurt.
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I don't if you intended it, but I find the last line kinda funny.
The transition to "but up came my bunny" seems a little awkward though. The switch in rhythm (at least the way I read it) is jarring, and it takes a minute to readjust yourself. Perhaps there's another way you could phrase that so it flows a little more?
