Hartebeest

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 Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run Little rabbit Run run run run run