Benny Star

He doesn’t chase money. He doesn’t chase fame. He chases… animals. Everywhere. Blue van, small town, heading to the coast, Spigno to Naples — Benny moves the most. Scooters and pizza, waves in the night, fixing a dog under neon lights. Spain calls — fiesta, fiesta! Rabbit joins — “Hasta la vista!” He stays too long, loses his chill, “Too many animals… I need a refill!” He never stays, he’s always free, passport, coniglio, and his energy. No destination, only flow, Go Benny, Benny — ready, set, GO! 🎶 Benny Be — let it be! Traveling vet on every b**t! From the streets to the sea, dancing paws and happy feet! Benny Be — run with me! No home, just destiny! He’s the heartbeat of the night — clap! clap! Benny takes flight! 🎶 Benny Be, Benny Be, Benny Be, Benny Be Malta says: “Stay here, chill in the sun.” But Benny replies: “I was born to run.” Paris is stylish, glitter and romance, dogs drink sparkling water — welcome to France! He packs again, he doesn’t fold, his heart is louder than the cold. No destination, only flow, Go Benny, Benny — ready, set, GO! 🎶 Benny Be — let it be! Traveling vet on every b**t! From the streets to the sea, dancing paws and happy feet! Benny Be — follow me! Trieste nuts? Allergic spree! Hazelnuts knock him down — then the coniglio jumps around! 🎶 Benny Be, Benny Be, Benny Be… No house. No plan. Just a rabbit… and his van.