Outside and inside yellow bunny suited jammies
Body zipped, plastic booties and double deep pockets,
Pretty food, pretty us fashionably and fluffily dressed
Darling in visible design, newish to battling invisible guts
Now plugging in to churning struggles, alas already obsessed

The plan’s a maiden voyage to capture the booty with pride
To get a sweetened cereal our motto sounding loud
“Trix are for silly rabbits, not just for silly kids!”
Stand proudly side by side and hands upon both hips
In yellow suited jammies stained with milk-soaked cereal bits

Dotted and fluffy our master invention, a suit for foiled again prevention
Sits down at eight each Sunday night to witness impossible notions
Mysteries Ed Sullivan shows of suited-up guests we think are especial
Balancing stacks of spinning plates, two, all breakable, just before bed
Revealing our mission “Never be foiled again!” Never be…plays in our head

A dream, banners of strung vibrant Trix kernels, brilliant
Display down our appaloosa steed’s braided mane
With plastic feet gripping and slipping in vain, behold
That we’re clasping banners unfurled from the sails,
Riding bareback twixt stanchions tying ends to the rails

Alas, finding kernels crumbling right to the deck
Grasping boat lines with left hands and rails in the other
Stringing banners from sails turns a dangerous bother
With tipping tight toes and steeling knees
We tumble with speed drowning tails cold and deep

“Boat Bannered Trix Passengers Human Hare Horse Missing”
We gallop deep in the dark to our Irenic victory
Ambling through paths of Marimo algae whose velvety lures of bittersweet
Take us softly into their mounds to lull our loving hearts and fearless minds to sleep
We dream our arms and legs wax fins, tapping our razor clam noses

Dissolving we swim into curling snails, their viscous bodies let us breathe
Fitting between the long thin shells their tentacles pierce our bivalves
Bubbles of air float down our chests, exiting out through gills
Seabed erupts into ocean’s song tossing us up from her deep
We surf then swim, our noses still clammed ’til our fins give way to twelve limbs

Gasping for rest our boat appears from a realm we know not yet
Mettled with deep sea vigor morphis we climb, we hop, we hoist
Boarding our sailing ship Asea, bannering purple fronds appear
Replacing that which once was Trix, curling into squeezing mounds
Our toes ooze what we do not need, the oozing turns to bursts of spray
Watering purple fronds above washing down to golden roots for Mother Earth to use again

Here we balance at the helm with hands and claws and paws
In spirited golden suits we sail surrounding us a trusty crew
Flying greater geese in form, peacocks fanning on the deck
Pigeons homing, guiding us in synchrony dive white harp seals
Betwixt the golden roots below, above the flowering wisteria

Leaning with sunfast crystal vines anchoring beneath Asea
Carving caressing grooves so deep within our vessel Asea
Covering us with sweetly scented pink and purple fronds
Protecting us, preventing us while we sing our grateful song
‘Never be capsized, never be foiled, be fronded and be free”.