A Rabit's Story

Where he sat the very last was,
There's no concern for him to blast,
It was set, and that's how it was,
From the beginning till its last.

Laughing was he on the set,
Yet different from the rest;
Yes, he obeyed as was said,
And did his works at his best.

His heart was young like the rest,
But tamed it well to be still,
Like a puppet in distress,
But he knew what's in the bill.

He spelt Rabbit as Rabit,
Did not know how wrong he was;
Surprised was he she said it,
Note for correction he must.

Knows lil' 'bout aquariums and loves to cook,
But fish on the pan make him sick 'bout food;
He likes monkey, and so names it Berry,

Strawberry's girly, William's just Berry.