Oh Elliot, a silly grumpy old man in a small puffy ball of greying fur. Quiet were his eyes to his lifelong fans of children. "He's so cute!" Oh I'd concur. Oh Elliot, how I wished you said goodbye to the children who knew you, missing you every time they'd visit, asking when and why and where'd you go. I'd say, "To Texas, skies so blue". But you're napping in the hay fields now, quietly dreaming an endless green valley, a perfect day always gleaming Oh Elliot, a rabbit that roamed on his own, the kids endlessly playing with you hide & seek. And you played, in some way, even after they'd grown. They still loved you, precious with some hay in one cheek. Oh Elliot, you never noticed them at all. And when you shivered towards the dying light, you never looked back. But one day they'll know, these new cowpokes saddlin' high and tall, a silent tear will shed, hoping to see you through the bushwhack. Git gone, ol' timer. No more evenings in the dark. Hop on through the sunrise, the wonders you'll embark.
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