Run little rabbit,
Run.
Keep running and hiding.
Let the wolves sniff you out,
And make you their meal of the night.

Keep running,
Little one.
Let the cunning fox deceit you,
and you make you their first meal
for the day.

Oh, Little rabbit.
Even the trees around you,
Cannot keep you safe with their own roots.
For the wolves can claw their way through.
Oh, whatever shall you do.
Little rabbit.

Yes, keep running
and soon,
You will eventually succumb
To fate and life's jokes.
They will rip your flesh,
Drink your blood
And leave with nothing but bones.