The "rabbit poem" was recited by my father to me and my siblings from 1930 onwards. My father passed away in the early 70s but the poem has endured in our families.

I have the most pleasant memory from 2001 when my siblings (and their spouses) came to Alice Springs (from Victoria and Tasmania) to celebrate my 50th birthday. Later in the evening I asked my brothers and sisters to gather around and told the other guests that we were going to perform. My brothers and sisters looked at each other as they had no idea what I was talking about. I then said "One, two three. There once was a ......" and my brothers and sisters all chimed in and recited the poem with me with actions as well. Of course the audience thought we were mad, but it meant a lot to us. Sadly I have lost 2 brothers to cancer since 2001 so there will be fewer of us to recite the rabbit poem when I have my 60th birthday party in a couple of weeks time.