Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run.
The rabbit tears through the field,
A white blur in the midst of all the green.
He pauses, his nose twitching.
Then he takes off again,
Hurtling himself through the undergrowth.
He runs as fast as he can,
as the farmer draws ever nearer,
His eyes bloodshot, his ears lying flat against his skull,
as the farmer takes aim.
Suddenly there's a gunshot,
A flash of light, a clash of thunder,
And the rabbit runs no more.
He lies on the ground,
Soaking into the earth.
His eyes wide and staring,
Red on white, his beauty soiled,
And the farmer draws ever nearer.
Run rabbit, Run rabbit, run, run, run
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