Song of the Rabbits

Deep in the wild forest, Where the trees are very dense, And from oak trees There are falling leaves... The rabbits, Together, Mow the grass, While quietly singing the following motive... And we don’t even care, And we don’t even care That we fear the wolf, and the lioness, We are glad we have, Such important task, We mow the grass and hope only for the best... But the trees, Have been talked, And some shadows emerged, From the dark and the swamps... Bad spirits have risen... However, meantime,