- My mother told me once of when
- A young hare ventured from her den
- And as she danced in field and glen
- The world sang joy about her.
- But wicked hateful things abound
- And that young hare these evils found
- Then whisked her up from off the ground
- And glen was left without her.
- The wicked power tore asunder
- And with this cruel and fateful blunder
- Cast her to a world of wonder
- Would she e'er see home again?
- And so hare flew that mournful day
- Over the sky and far away
- And down and down, beneath the sea
- To a place unlike the glen.
- A world of men and man's design
- A place where God's light would not shine
- A Hell of steel beneath the brine
- Where misery's echoes boomed.
- And all around her there were others
- Beasts like her, all sisters, brothers,
- Locked up, all, with one another,
- In deep sea-dark, entombed.
- And in this crypt far from the shore
- The hare lay down upon the floor
- Imprisoned there forever more
- And left to all her sorrow.
- Her tender world was lost and gone
- So joy and happiness foregone
- She slept and cried and prayed for dawn
- To wait the coming morrow.
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- The hound was still, the birds said naught,
- The fox denied he had been caught,
- The bear cried "This is just our lot",
- And surrendered to his pain.
- But the cat stood up and shook his head
- And rising from his metal bed
- He said "For now, I am not dead,
- And I will not die in vain!"
- He cried aloud with much disdain
- And tore about his stark domain
- And said "These walls cannot contain
- A force as strong as I!"
- And the fox just laughed, and the birds all cried
- And the bear knotted up himself and died
- But the hare looked on as the poor cat tried
- To break him free and fly.
- He shook his chain with all his rage
- And flew in anger 'round his cage
- Decrying this dark mournful stage
- And the hare stood up as well.
- With passion did she then respond,
- She chewed her ropes and broke her bonds,
- And freed the cat, they ran beyond,
- They ran to flee that hell.
- And what became of cat and hare?
- Did they break free to purer air?
- To guess their fate we shouldn't dare
- Perhaps their tale closed well.
- But for all the beasts trapped in the Nether
- All life from out the loch and heather
- The flock that could not work together
- Are sure still trapped in Hell.
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