Mr. Rabbid's shaking his head
"Something's wrong with spring," he said.
Plants that should be in full bloom
Are still locked deep in winter's gloom.
Going to school Rabbid sees some confusion among the trees.
In a leafless branch a cuckoo
Who says the birds don't know what to do?!
Spring can be early, it can be late
But he's not known one with this fate.
Just then on the path Rabbid sees
A strangely odd but little bead.
To use the bead, he has a ploy
With it he can repair his toy.
A counting frame Rabbid will mend and Bill Badger he will send
He works so hard to mend the frame
Though not as strong, it is the same.
Open the windows he suggests
Mrs. Rabbid agrees to his request
As Rabbid a deep sleep enjoys
Wakes with a start at a sudden noise
Rabbid shouts raises the alarm
It was a dream, there is no harm
Next day, Rabbid sets off and blinks
Maybe it was a dream, he thinks
In the trees where the bead he found
Sudden darkness, a rustling sound
Rabbid struggles but small hands grip
Just who would play this kind of truck?
He's pushed along and hears a hiss
The blanket falls, who is behind this?
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Nice poem