Twas the love call that befell my floppy ears
From a field plenty and wide
How would I go about my short years
Without a friend by my side?
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Racing through the blinding grass
I wish for a happy life with you
Since loneliness is a great mass
Which I know to be true
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I find myself clasped by a metal trap
Blood runs through my fur
And I hear my little back snap
As the world around me starts to blur
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I see you hover high above me
Carrying a whistle and a knife
You mean to skin and eat me
And take away my delicate life