I can hear the song of the hartebeest

As their hooves drum to a hunger

I can sing a fear or a malady

As I drown deep in the wonder

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

Little rabbit

Little rabbit

Little rabbit

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the acres turn green and the cats kill one by one

Little rabbit

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