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One day I sat upon a log and tried to catch a hare
A hair fell down upon my foot
Splittin hairs and seconds gone
A split second was all it took
Second place was good enough
A place to rest my weary bones
The rest was gone with no mercy
Mercy me I heard you say
You heard the word of time tick on
Time tick ticking ticking away
I looked away to see the hare
The hare sitting atop the log
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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