Long ago in the forest,
I met a rabbit fastest.
Her eyes are red as a rose,
From the holes, her head arose.
She had a playful pale nose,
A long snow-white brows.
And with extended ears,
She scanned for Bambi, and other roe deers.
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What she found instead was seers,
All, upon encounterance, cheers.
One of them was called Alice, the third.
Alice wanted to cage her like a bird.
The reason behind was Alice’s love,
But dangerous it was for the rabbit,
And so Alice’s thump, Thumper bit.
Alice’s finger bled,
And, in pain, she fled.
There, in the far lands, Alice arrived,
On the top of the mountains she lived,
And sought repentance from the love.