It was this big, honest
There’s star on top of a tree,
and rabbits look, there be three,
who hop on through the snow
ever towards a fir’s snowy glow.
On they go.
Hop hop, there’s the scene,
imagine prints if you are keen,
catch the drift in all its glory,
then skip back into the story.
Some say they are wise,
while others unfurly criticize
the said rabbits, kings if you please,
and their belief in carrots
the size of Christmas trees.
Unraveling 