Re-printed from “Time Wrinkles” by Nan
The plutonian hare was a-flurry.
he packed his valise in a hurry.
His quandary was great, insofar’s
he’d been invited to one of the stars.
Feebly came grandpa’s invitation–
weakly, from ion dissipation.
Through myriad light years it had come,
leaving thoughtful elder rabbits glum.
Oh little hare why scurry scurry
to pay a call on Grandpa Furry?
You had best take precious care
before you call on a forebear hare.