Every thirteenth has bright red eyes.
To see one would be a great surprise.
They ride tornadoes from place to place,
And move around with nary a trace.
They shed their antlers each Halloween,
Are quite shy, and are almost never seen.
You know what animal this is, I hope.
It's the amazing, awesome jackalope!
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