Run rabbit run,
don’t dare say your legs are tired.
It’ll be done when it’s done
and I’ll fix to bet you’ll be wired.
Hitting a second wind,
when you didn’t even hit one.
You don’t want to be pinned
so run rabbit, run.
Run rabbit run,
the traps are set, the hounds are loose.
You can hear them as they come,
they’re tired of chasing the wild goose.
Watch out for holes and snares;
see the hunt’s already begun.
They don’t want a tortoise, they’re out for hares,
so run rabbit, run.
Run rabbit run,
they want to eat you and your population.
Bow and arrow, and bullet to gun,
control is not annihilation.
On the move in the night
and no break when comes the sun.
But don’t you give up the fight,
run rabbit run.
You’re afraid and tired,
and I’m frayed and wired.
Both strayed with ire,
both played with fire.
Different types of bait
but they tempt us all the same,
and it might not be too late
for one of us to win this game.
We can outsmart who we play,
and the challenge can be fun.
Break the rules and make it our way,
and run rabbit run.
I was usually more of a tortoise myself