Everything in life is so predictable,

And here it comes — the inevitable.

A tub brought us together, set the tone,

And flowers for the bunny — now she’s not alone.

With a sweet note from the beaver, true:

"My dear little bunny, there’s no one like you!"

That dress drove me mad, oh, what a sight —

And one voice captured me — just right.

Soft little ears, a tender gaze,

So many beaver-bunnies, in a loving haze!

Or maybe just bunnies, or a mix by chance —

It’ll be the sweetest, most beautiful dance!

Sweet little ears, a glowing stare,

Words sweeter than honey float in the air.

And the beaver forgot, in a single blink,

Lillgryn’s warning, that desperate shriek!

"The Forest Wind" sails slow and wide,

On deck — the bunny and her guide,

Who longed to hear Chopin’s gentle sound,

And stepped from the deck — the sea up to the ground!

The beaver watches sharp and keen,

To keep the bunny safe from wolves, unseen.

But the bunny walks, determined, bold —

There’s the fire, already in sight, gold!

Lisichka glares with narrowed eyes —

"This isn’t how things should arise!

It must be proper, calm, and still —

The wolf should guard her — by the will!"

Chopin’s music — pure delight,

For the bunny, nothing feels so right.

Her guardian beaver, kind and true —

Life is good! Let’s serve the stew!

Grand waves rock the ship with grace,

Every soul on board — in love and peace.

The waves are dancing, all are glad —

Riding high on joy, so bright, so glad!