What sounds do you hear, Mr. Hare with unfloppy ears, in your field of limpsy leaves?

I brought you a fundied carrot to both cool and sate on warmer days such as these.

When cottontails engage in woolgathering, are they sometimes overcome by zzzs?

If the foliage rustles during benighted hours, be sure to hop, flop, and freeze.

Which elates more: sunshine on aural appendages or coat and tail brushed by breeze?

Easter is here soon, Mr. Bun, so cheers and hoppiness to you if it may please! ; )

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