Imagine, sit down and listen

Imagine, sit down and listen,
Now step into a rabbit’s pair of shoes.

Stuck in a rusty metal cold dark cage,
But this is the problem,
This is not what rabbits want,
This is a rabbit’s dream:

Hopping through the garden,
With the grass’s shadow reflecting onto the ground,
The shimmering sun shining into the rabbit’s eyes,
Stealing carrots from the farmer next door.

He’ll get angry,
Never mind, I’ll sneak out again.



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