Not A Regular Rabbit

It was just a regular rabbit

But papa said that it brought him good luck

It helped him to conquer his habits

So, he paid the owner a buck

Traveling around with the circus

A magic man with a magic black hat

Papa said the rabbit had purpose

It was meant for much more than that

He made an offer to purchase the rabbit

The magic man set back and laughed

Papa begged him please, please could he have it

Again he said papa was daft

He pretended to agree

And each time papa would try

The rabbit turned into three

The magic man laughed till he cried

So then, papa pulled out a lighter

And a brand new deck of cards

Allowing the flame to burn higher

so the magic man would let down his guard

Papa said, if I can trick you

Then you must set that sweet rabbit free

When the flame flickers blue

He will be free to come home with me

The magic man gave thought for a minute

And then, in the blink of an eye

He answered, go on then, do it

I’d really like to see you try

Because I am the ultimate master

There’s no magic under the sun

Because my hands are so much faster

You see, you can't out do me, son

Papa smiled at me and he winked

And patted the rabbit on its head

And before anyone could blink

The rabbit just fell over dead

Papa's flame began to burn blue

Until the magic man was quite irate

Off of the handle he flew

His eyes ablaze, flickering with hate

He took the small rabbit and threw him

As far as his power permitted

And as the blue flickering grew dim

Papa said, well now you’ve done it

He collected the small rabbit's carcass

Wrapped it softly in his arms

Looked at me, he said, make a wish

Go on now, don’t be alarmed

And I said, as my eyes were pleading

As tender tears warmed my face

Look papa, the rabbit is breathing

I can see the beating in his chest

The magic man tried to stop him

But the rabbit refused

And he spoke with a grin

I am no longer your muse

You see you wouldn’t know magic

Though you held it in your grasp

Your disbelief is tragic

He then looked at papa and asked

Will you cherish the treasure

And keep the magic alive

Papa smiled and said, I sure will

I’ve always been ready to try

So we made our way home

The small rabbit, papa and I

Where magic grows wild in our garden

And hope is connected with vines