In the heart of a mystical, moonlit glade, Where secrets of the woodland's depths cascade, There hops a Bad Rabbit, in a trance, he's lost, Amidst the mushrooms, his senses are embossed.

Tripping on dreams, in a surreal ballet, He dances with fairies, night and day. His fur becomes a canvas, colors gleam, As psychedelic visions haunt his dream.

The trees lean close, their whispers like a song, While fireflies in chorus play along. Through kaleidoscopic visions, he does roam, In this enchanted forest, he finds home.

With each bound, he soars through time and space, In a wonderland where there's no fixed place. The Bad Rabbit's journey, a fantastical flight, Through the cosmos of dreams, and into the night.