Here’s a story on how strange is life with its changes
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he’d break out in high stepping dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin’ enhancin’,
For they’d also join in the play.
Then one day…
Then a-boundin up the slope
Came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”
“I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And shaved me and dropped me back here in the buff.
And if that’s not enough
Now my friends all laugh at me
Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.”
“Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink?
Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink purple or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!
“Now as for the dancin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and you’re up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down…”
So every year, along about May,
They’d load him up and they’d haul him away,
And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn’t care,
He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.
Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.
QUESTIONS
1) Where does the lamb live?
2) How is his coat?
3) What does he do with his neighbors?
4) What do they do to him one day?
5) Why does the lamb cry?
6) Who comes to talk to the lamb?
7) What does the jackalope say?
8) How does the jackalope dance?
9) What happens to the lamb every year?
10) Does he care? What does he do?
WORDS
Here’s a story on how strange is life with its changes
And it happened not long ago.
On a high plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a with coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the all and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he’d break out in high .
He would dance for his across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin’ enhancin’,
For they’d also join in the play.
Then one day…
Then a-boundin up the slope
Came a great American
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”
“I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And me and dropped me back here in the buff.
And if that’s not enough
Now my friends all at me
Cause they think I look , funny and pink.”
“Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink?
Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink purple or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a , good legs and fine
Get your head the right place and hey, you’re complete!
“Now as for the dancin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and you’re up right next to the
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down…”
So , along about May,
They’d load him up and they’d haul him away,
And they’d shave him and dump him all and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn’t
He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.
Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.
