I have big glowing eyes and an antenna on top, From questions and cakedays, I never quite stop. I’m a time-traveling alien of white, pink, or blue, What is my name? It’s simply just

I’m not a cat, but I can really fling, I toss big rocks like it’s my favorite thing. I stretch back tight, then let them fly, What mighty machine am I?

I glide but never wander, I press without a hand. I’m trusted before meetings, Yet feared when left to stand. What am I?

A state of being, From flower or tree Or mountains or plant To recall them all I can't With me you can see tall Or not well at all Though at any rate, You probably can't walk straight Without me, crushing pressure Or thoughts fresher

It’s what it’s all about! The flip side of The Bunny Hop