Jack Rabbit swept up in my snare!
Who knew they spoke
and reasoned with such flair?

In ancient British words he said
“Dear lady, can we not be friends?
We eat only a bit of the cabbage head.”

“Oh, my gosh! I hear you speak!”
“Why, yes, of course, m’sweet.
We kiglioffum are just meek.

We wander twixt the mage phinkepit lore,”
Struggling to escape my net,
his weeping eyes met mine as to implore.

“Please let me go, I eat not much,
we leave a bit for you to munch upon.”
Too late, my garden razed four-flush.

“I’ll take you to my magic place,
remove this web! Remove it please!”
It turned to gauze, and did erase.

“Be gone, you fool! I’m done with you.
Take you to the Gugenmaze, I will!”
And with that word, away we flew

where heat began the day in crowded halls.
Where am I now, oh Jack of Rabbits?
“Asleep between the tiniest of walls.”