Running rabbits, in circles they jump
Across the grasslands and past the river
A large bird flies past and they all dart down a hole
They love their kindly neighbors, the little black moles
A little hedgehog disturbs them at night, prickling their bottoms and giving them frights
Eating worms that make them repugnant
But the little rabbits don’t pass them their judgements
For what suits one, may not suit another
Depends on what you are and who is your mother
This is how nature works
Whether you like it or whether it irks