The Little Rabbit

I’m a rabbit
a sad little rabbit with only my book family.

I remember being taken off the shelf being pact in a huge crate.

I was with my cover page friends then.

Now I’ve only got my book family but I still remember my first copy.

I remember going down the editor’s conveyor belt as fast as a cheetah now my life is slower than a grandfather snail on a summer’s day.

These days I feel like a grand farther rabbit.
I’m sick of waving my cotton ball tail.

When I was young I would jump around like a grass hopper in uncut grass. Now I get so board I bite myself I taste like bubble gum extract.

Lachlan!
Go clean up you’re books
Oh dear here comes the scariest time of my life
CLEAN UR TIME!
I’ve almost been chucked out five times

BOOM BOOM BOOM!
There goes some good friends.