In the land where wires sleep, There are dreams of clicks and beeps. The rabbits hop on circuits thin, Whispering secrets of silent din.
If you listen close, you might hear, Tiny whispers, quiet cheer. Like the rustle of a feather light, Or the shadow of a starry night.
Do you want to sing with me? Let's dance in the electric sea!
Or perhaps you would prefer a tale? Listen to the story of static characters.