My coat is all tattered and worn to shreds, my whiskers have wandered away.I picked up some dirt in some flowerbeds, I think that it's in there to stay.But deep in your eyes are a needle and thread, and a wonder that scrubs me so clean.I see in their mirror, I'm beautiful, I pose and I laugh and I preen.My bottom's as stout as it's always been, and maybe a little bit more.I never believed it was good for much, except keeping my ears off the floor.But then when you take me and toss me high, I fly like the fleetest gazelle.And the joy that my dusty heart takes in your touch, it's more than a rabbit can tell.My eyes are just buttons of two-penny glass, they're either too brown or too green.One of them might not stay on too much longer, there's plenty they've both never seen.But they see their way clear to a home in your heart, I live in the love that you feel.And there of all places, a place of my own, where a velveteen rabbit is real.And there of all places, a place of my own, where a velveteen rabbit is real.