With Timmy, Jimmy, and that naughty Fluffy

The sound of the bell at the end of the last period,

So many butterflies in the corridor, it's a myriad.

One stays back and flies in the opposite direction.

To greet its friends with care and affection.

Just near the infirmary exists a little empire,

"Rabbiton" is its name, is enclosed with wire.

An empire of equals, with many a cute face,

White, brown, black; no discrimination of race.

The butterfly is happy and elated to greet the citizens,

who welcome with open arms as if dear and near ones.

He would love to apply for the citizenship here,

But alas, he is neither a hare nor a deer. 

Time goes back in a wondrous jiffy,

With Timmy, Jimmy, and that naughty Fluffy.

Green leafy meal is served to them,

Torn from the ground beneath them.

They play hide and seek from the butterfly,

in their underground passages one can roam by.  

Then comes a sentry of the administration like a pest,

and tells the butterfly off and send him to his nest.