I am the Rabbit chased by the Fox, through the brush we thunder.
Heart thumping, feet flying, blood screaming, terror riding, I can't let go.
No warren for refuge, no shelter or solace, keep going, keep going -- I go.
What does the Fox know of fear? the Rabbit can wonder.
He's thieving, beguiling, audaciously hunting, after hot blood he goes.
A red-coated horror, simple feet following a sharp nose -- He goes.
The Mother gave the children gifts, the Father gave them curses.
The Rabbit received Fleet-of-Foot and the Fox, Determined-Cunning.
Time and terror only end when someone stops running -- Keep running.