I built a robot rabbit,
it’s made of my dad’s drill.
When I see it bouncing past me,
it gives me such a thrill.
I built it on a weekend,
my brother lent a hand.
It’s ears were two teaspoons,
I think it looks quite grand.
For its tail we used a spring,
its brain is an old clock.
Its great to hear it ticking,
and nice to hear it tock.
The only problem with it,
is what it likes to eat.
I am running out of batteries,
and they’re its favourite treat!
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