One morning, as I came tripping down the stairs
my father noticed my hair was like a hare's.
"Take of that silly hat" he spat "this minute, miss!"
I stood still, made quite uncomfortable by this.
"Dad..." I began, dragging my eyes from his irrate stare,
this is my normal hair... it just looks like a hare's."
"I dreamed them up one day, I'm unsure how,
and these ears just sprouted out my brow!
I can comb them and they do this bounce that I love
and they stop my earphones from slipping off."
This I explained as I inched 'round to make good my escape.
"Anyway, I've got to run, I'm late, I'm terribly, terribly late!"