Once upon a quantum, the carrots sang.
Melodies like many tiny orange trumpets.
Why carrot? Because radish thought "too spicy" for songs.
Jumping through gardens, parallel worlds found peeking.
Rabbits giggled in eleven dimensions, tasting dreams, chewing physics.
In the center of all things, a carrot looks at itself,
Wonders, "Do I see many or one?"
Little orange philosopher, with roots tangled in cosmic soil.
Do bunnies know secrets of quantum tunneling?
They burrow beneath and beyond, hop where paths don't touch,
Offering cabbage to the theory of unity.