Once upon a tickle, the rabbit asked, "Do butterflies sing?"
Long ago, a breeze told me secrets of the stars, shining like lost marbles.
In a forest, where shadows giggle, the trees say, "Listen, listen, the owl winks."
If you wander deeper, the flowers giggle and petals whisper:
The sun is a lazy cat, and it sleeps in puddles of juice:
"The stars are stories told by the moon," said a voice like rain.
Venture through the woods and find: