The Hops.

I rather switch change onto yet,
And symptoms as to never
I’ve no idea what
The dark side of the moon
Looks like
But the hare tells me
There is a pumpkin patch of
Only grey and green pumpkins
And the hare’s offspring inhabit
The pumpkin patch
Until they spring from the moon
Onto the other planets
Such as Earth
And spring time has them hopping.