The electronic bunny beats his little drum
With batteries reposing deep inside his bum
He hops across the TV screen banging as he goes
Adverts of what bunnies do, unlike what I suppose
But there’s a noisy insect that lives among the brush
Along the shore and hinterland as it disturbs the hush
Some are called Green Grocers and some are called Black Prince
They both are so cacophonous they make a deaf man wince
The Abos like to eat ‘em and serve ‘em up on trays
“Taste sumthin’ like a lobster, if you are into Crays! ”
But what I find amazing is that their total noise
Is loudest of all Nature including teenage boys
So the artificial cells can’t do what Nature does
Cause rowdy little insects do make the loudest buzz
And living off the liquid deep inside a tree
They don’t pollute the countryside like manmade batt-er-ry
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I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem! ! I must admit that I like the line about the batteries located in the bunny the best...LOL...I almost lost my mouthful of coffee on that one! Very cool! Hugs, Dee