Aaah, the return to childhood...
Little bunny Foofoo,
Bouncing through the forest,
Catching all the field mice
And bumping them on the head.

What I think is really amazing about this is that it has undeniable rhythm and ease of remembrance, and yet has no rhyme. Yes, it is late and I am reaching the culmination of my evening of religious social fasting and loud music listening.

Incidentally, I can't remember how the rest of that little non-rhyme goes. Anyone could help me would be a nice person.

Time for bed.