A rabbit hatching an egg

Is there a rabbit hatching an egg on the magic roundabout  
Is this a dream or wake on view, in viewing post, review  


Today I sat, deep in the land of thought, lamenting 
Sleep came and went before the midnight hour hit clock 


Still I had a journey, long in the land of silence to contend with  
I brought out my thinking cup, boiling to the brim, near overflow 


The clocks found their voices to whisper outrageous loud 
Yelling away in synchronicity, with the second's finger 


So that got me up, in the land of insomnia 
Hours before the new day was born to morning light 


Like a father in anticipation, pacing up and down  
The corridors of time and life in expectation 


Looking deep into walls, to be privileged with ponder 
First sights into rooms and what comes after 


Would the rabbit hatch an egg, wearing a pink tutu 
Would the mermaid, stand on catwalks in a beauty contest 


Oh what is to come, when the clock hits the hour  
And Grayson Perry got all dressed ready in waiting 


For t' second coming of Alan Measles worshiping a teddy bear 
What comes after, when the clock hits the hour