Hartebeest
Keath Ósk
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
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?
(Haha, oh, I'm having too much fun!)
Little rabbit
Little rabbit
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run