The Jackrabbit’s Jamboree Energetic Leaps and Peculiar Races

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

In the dusky light of evening’s grace,

Where sagebrush sways, a wild embrace.

The jackrabbits leap, in frolic and play,

Their shadowy forms dance night away.

With a bluster and bounce, they race through the sage,

Hares in a hurry, the crowd’s like a cage.

As cowboys and cowgirls cheer loud in delight,

The thrill of the chase ignites the night.

Over dirt and dust, they twist and they turn,

With every mad leap, their spirits burn.

In peculiar races, they zig and they zag,

Like horses unleashed from a well-packed rag.

So raise up your hats, let the laughter erupt,

For the jolly jackrabbits, ever abrupt.

In this jubilant jamboree, freedom’s the prize,

In the heart of the West, where adventure never dies.