there hopped the rabbit
with a carrot in his hand;
he took a big bite
before finding it hard to stand.
on the street corner
with his eyes open wide,
he watched the passing traffic
looking for a ride.
the traffic was fast,
spinning way out of control;
he looked for a safe spot
to dig himself a new hole.
it took a long time!
he kept digging all alone;
he was looking for love,
but he only found a bone.
and the bone was old;
it smiled and sang him a song:
it was about a rabbit
that was always wrong.
he stopped his digging!
found and lit a cigarette.
thought about destiny
and broke out in a cold sweat.
there hopped the rabbit
with a carrot in his hand;
he took a big bite
before finding it hard to stand.
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