There once was an unsophisticated rabbit
who did nothing all day but hippity hop.
She hopped to and fro, mad with glee
and enjoyed every minute of it.
You really ought to learn some other tricks, stupid rabbit, shrieked the owls.
Instead, she hopped.
You’d be so much better off if you could do more, the snakes chastised.
But rabbit kept hopping.
She loved it so much.
She felt good and hopped any way
although the squirrels never invited her to their forest parties because of it.
In time they all died, each and every one.
Not once did they let up on rabbit, yet she hopped til her last breath was drawn.
Funny thing is that the one thing that rabbit had
at the end of her run
that the others did not…
was a broad smile on her face.