The Foolish Rabbit
Peter
T. Atkinson
On
a bright and sunny day of spring
As
I walked down a lone wooded road
A
song in my heart to my lips did sing
Of
an Easter morn long ago.
Where
much to my surprise I spied
A
rabbit in his full Sunday best,
Who
asked me for an innocent ride
In
my basket’s grassy nest.
“Of
course,” I said, and you would too
For
who could ever say no
To
a rabbit who asked with the manners of few
And
was arrayed in such wonderful clothes.
“Where
to?” I asked as he hopped on in,
“Just
where is your aim this day?”
“Any
place you please, and thanks again,
For
I just wish to be away.”
“From
what” I asked, “do you so hurriedly run?
What
cares could there possibly be,
For
rabbits seem to have so much fun
Hopping
and playing and free?”
“It
may seem so to you, who is but a child,
But
I always must stay on the move,
For
new dangers lurk for me in the wild
If
you don’t believe it wait and I’ll prove.
“Why
do you think, God made us so quick.
We
dash, dart, and hide in a jiffy,
But
these clothes have slowed me down a tick
I can’t run while looking so spiffy.”
“Well
that’s easy!” I said, “Just take them off,
And
once again free you will be.”
But
he just looked away with a scoff,
Saying,
“You don’t know a thing about me.
“For
how once being clothed in such finery
Could
I ever be seen in the nude?
No,
my pride won’t allow to let any see me
With
nothing on! How indecent! How rude!
“No
I have evolved, improved, changed you see
And
so I could never go back
To
a time where I wasn’t decorously
Fashioned.
No, that is certainly a fact!
“I’d
rather die than lose these my clothes
They’ve
become a part of me now.
It
would be like losing part of my nose,
The
thought I could never allow.”
And
so I carried the rabbit a while
But my little arms grew quickly tired
For
to carry a rabbit is much for a child
And
so I then him inquired.
“Is
this far enough? I don’t think I can go
Just
one more step with the load.
Is
this a fair place to leave you so
I
can keep on my way down the road?”
“Sure
this will do,” he said, “Anywhere
Is
just as good as the next
You
could have even left me back there,
But
I am much obliged to have been your guest.”
And
so off I went, but I often think
That
those clothes would soon mean his end,
And
I feel saddened and my heart does sink
When
I think of my poor silly friend.
And
now as I walk on this spring day
When
I pass that same stretch of road
What
changes have I taken on by the way
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