The Rabbit Hole (New Version) Poem by Kimberley Waldron

There in the rabbit hole I sit
Playing' my fiddle and playing' it sick
Down came a rabbit quite plump and thick
Holding a clock that went tick
Whisking his nose
Biting his lip
Walking with a hip hop and a skip
The rabbit came with a list
To call the roll, and he did it quiet quick.
He hopped a leg
Not skipping a beat
He came to me with his bugs bunny teeth
Proclaiming', I've been looking for Ginger Roo Neate

Poor ole bunny boy come have a seat
Time can wait but not your worn out feet
Come sit with me and I'll show you a land
Way past the hole, and under my hand
Another hole showed its face
How can it be
Dont ask questions just follow me
So down the hole and out the land
Good ole bunny boy and Ginger roo made plans