The short opens on fish jumping in a creek in the American West.
Narrator: Here's a story on how strange is life with its changes,
And it happened not long ago
On a high mountain plain where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow.
The camera focuses on a rock over the creek, where a fluffy white lamb is sleeping under a bush. He wakes up and walks out into the sun, and the narrator continues:
Narrator: Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen.
It would glint in the sunlight, all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride that it caused him to preen,
And he'd break out in high-stepping dance.
After looking at his reflection in the water, the lamb begins tap-dancing on the rock.
Narrator: He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin',
For they'd also join in the play.
A group of prairie dogs, two fish, a rattlesnake, and an owl dance with him, and everyone's happy. But this happiness doesn't last.
Narrator: Then one day...
An automobile drives up behind the lamb and a human hand snatches him away. It begins to rain, and eventually the lamb is thrown back where he was (where there's now a puddle)- sans his wool. He sees his reflection in the water, and he's horrified- he looks absolutely ridiculous and his prairie dog friends laugh at him. He curls up under his bush again, and starts to cry to himself.
A ray of light peeks through, spotlighting the jackalope bounding up the roadway and then expanding to make the day once again clear.
Narrator: Then a-boundin' up the slope came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
Jackalope: Hey kid, why the mope?
Lamb: I used to be something, all covered with fluff,
And I'd dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And sheared me and dumped me back here in the buff.
And if that's not enough,
My friends all laugh at me, cause they think
I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.
The prairie dogs immediately prove the lamb's point by laughing at him, but they stop when the jackalope gives them a Death Glare. The jackelope then returns his attention to the lamb.
Jackalope: Pink? Pink? Well, what's wrong with pink?
It seems you've got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well that gets nope,
Be it pink, purple, or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down.
When you find that you're down, well, just look around.
You've still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you're complete!
The jackalope then proceeds to demonstrate his own alternative to dancing- bounding and rebounding high across the landscape.
Jackalope Now as for the dancin', you can do more.
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And youll find youre up in whats called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and youre up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down
The lamb gives bounding a try, and soon finds himself bouncing around the creek, with the other animals dancing along like they did in the beginning. The scene shifts to winter, with the lamb's coat having grown back and him still bounding. By the next year, he's accepted being shorn.
Narrator: So every year, along about May,
They'd load him up and they'd haul him away
And they'd shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it. He didn't care.
He'd just bound, bound, bound and rebound.
The jackalope, his work done, bounces away, with the prairie dogs following.
Narrator: Now in this world of ups and downs,
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.