It's a lullaby a made off the top of my head. I might change and or add stuff later.
Once upon a fake December,
the rabbit cried out to the silver moon.
No longer did it remember,
that it's fate would surely be soon.
The wind was howling with snowflakes falling,
when the rabbit up and disappeared.
Flakes of white came calling,
as crimson against white became so clear.
Now who remembered the rabbit,
remembered peace and white and harmony.
But as years went by and memories faded,
the rabbit became the blinded vision of incongruity.
This view of destiny of the forgotten rabbit,
angered the soul who had was the inhabitant.
Up it rose, the body of the decrepit,
and with movements of wonder, took it's vengeance.
Once upon a fake December,
the rabbit cried out to the silver moon.
Now it remembered,
the world's fate would come soon.
Once upon a fake December,
the rabbit cried out to the silver moon.
No longer did it remember,
that it's fate would surely be soon.
The wind was howling with snowflakes falling,
when the rabbit up and disappeared.
Flakes of white came calling,
as crimson against white became so clear.
Now who remembered the rabbit,
remembered peace and white and harmony.
But as years went by and memories faded,
the rabbit became the blinded vision of incongruity.
This view of destiny of the forgotten rabbit,
angered the soul who had was the inhabitant.
Up it rose, the body of the decrepit,
and with movements of wonder, took it's vengeance.
Once upon a fake December,
the rabbit cried out to the silver moon.
Now it remembered,
the world's fate would come soon.
