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The Fox
I run and i run, i hide and i duck Praying i have just a bit of luck They're back there i know, not far away, Waiting to pounce with their hounds at bay. They see me again and the hunt is on My life's at stake, my future's gone I have no chance in this violent sport, My hands are tied, and i can't abort. I wade through a river and climb up the bank, My head dropped down, my spirit sank. My head is spinning, my eyes are beady, My pulse races and my pace is speedy. I scamper through cracks and duck through trees, They can't be that far from catching me. I run and i run, i hide and i duck, Praying i have just a bit of luck. I jump over rocks and slide down hills, Taking more than my share of painful spills. But still they're back there, and closing in, I can hear their shouting, the growing din Of tireless men and bloodthirsty dogs, Searching for me in the mud and the bogs. I move through swamps with lichens and moss, Fearing my capture and inevitable loss. I come to a lake and follow the shore, I'm still in danger, so i must do more. I wade through a river and climb up the bank, My head dropped down, my spirit sank. They're closer now, i can feel their breath, Raising the hairs on the back of my neck. I move faster, and hear their horrid shouts Directing the traffic for this noble bout. A game they call it, where I'm the prey; It was my job to run away. I ran well, far off the normal course, But that did little to cause remorse. They want me dead to take my hide, To tell their children how i died. They'll hang me up and smirch my skin, And go to play when the new game begins. They don't care that I live and feel, My life is done, my fate is sealed. I run and i run, i hide and i duck, Praying i have just a bit of luck. I wade through a river and climb up the bank, My head dropped down, my spirit sank. They're closer now, i can feel their breath, Raising the hairs on the back of my neck. I'll be hung on a wall for all to see That nothing at all is left of me. And the End. |
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