Here’s an extract from Pixar’s short ‘Boundin’. It’s for my friends and fellow writers who are in need of some jackalope love:
“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 sheared 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 colour? Well, that gets a 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.