To his kin and friends’ dismay
Steve began to float one day
One moment he was on the ground
Then up he flew without a sound
What set this errant hare to soaring?
Truth is, he found gravity quite boring
While others hopped the ground, contented
The pull of Earth he’d long resented
“That’s not for me,” he’d often sigh
“Walking’s a drag. I’m meant to fly”
And so he’s gone, we know not where
Of Steve we’ve not seen hide nor hare
Nice find, 6rabbits.