Scott Whitby, 2020
I'm a little rabbit all brand new
Eyes hardly open, I was just born
Dry now in the tall, tall grass
Drank that first milk so warm
Mama's a big rabbit
But she worries all too much
Always hide in the tall, tall grass
Want to jump and play and such
I learn about clover in bloom
How it's better covered in dew
Deep beneath the tall, tall grass
So cool and quiet and true
Coyotes run and hawks fly by
Big rabbit mama so concerned
But we're in the tall, tall grass
They can't see us I've already learned
It rains hard and storms
Don't matter how hard or wet
Safe and deep in tall, tall grass
Mama worries but I don't fret
She's raised little rabbits before
She knows things I can't see
Now she tried the tall, tall grass
And hopes I grow safe and free
The grass grows taller and green
More safe she'd never see
Next year she'll use the tall, tall grass
Raise another one just like me
A loud noise just overhead
Now how bright is the sky
Exposed from the tall, tall grass
She looks at me now to cry
The mower mowed, cows to feed
Gone the safe place she'd found
And flat lays the tall, tall grass
It no longer keeps us sound
She knows now what I'll become
She'll soon never see her child
Safe from harm in the tall, tall grass
Safe from all that's wild
She looks again, tears and worry
I see her as she flies
Rising above the tall, tall grass
Her... and an Eagle to the skies
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