He’s two feet tall and always
on the run. Those damn kids are
after his lucky charms.
His charms makes them forget, brings
non stop laughter, and they’re
He knows what he does is not right,
but he has to feed his family. And charms in
the hand of children well that’ll cause
total anarchy, so that is why he runs.
Over rainbows and shooting stars he’s always
on the go. One day they caught him and took
his pot of gold, popped his red balloon and
sent him on his way.
They laughed and snarled at each other, and as
they were walking back they saw a white rabbit
with a bag called trix.
They’re eyes were black as coal,
and the sun showed their glistening teeth.
They inched savagely towards the defensive
creative snickering at their prey.
One little girl wiped her
mouth and said,”
“silly rabbit, trix are for kids”.