Rigmarole

Rigmarole.

There is a land where bunnies dance

While foxes play the flute,

Where puppy-dogs in polkas prance,

And bear-cubs swiftly shoot

In sledges o'er the slipp'ry ice,

Which isn't safe, though very nice.

There on their hind-legs kittens walk,

And elephants steal jam,

There lions sit at tea and talk,

As gentle as a lamb,

There rats at school long copies write,

While bears are put to bed at night.

And if you don't believe it, look

At all the pages in my book!