In mossy woods where live oaks sway,
Where Spanish moss drapes night and day,
A bunny hides both sly and sweet—
A secret spot, a tiny treat!
They call him Hopper, quick and sly,
With twitchy nose and watchful eye.
He hopped through Wormsloe’s winding trail,
Past whispered winds and legends pale.
Beneath the trees so grand and wide,
He found a hollow place to hide.
A cache he left with care and cheer,
For seekers who might wander near.
So bring a pen, a smile, some cheer,
And leave a note that you were here.
But shhh—don’t tell where Hopper lay,
Let others search and make their way.
For in the heart of Georgia's green,
A rabbit guards a treasure keen.
With every hop, with every clue,
Adventure waits… just here for you!