They set them and lay them
In your very door,
Then craftily strew them
With sand and leaves o'er,
Craftily o'er.
You step out unwitting,
Bright moon inviting—
Ah! What a spring when
You taste its fierce biting;
Steel chain affrighting,
You scream in your anguish,
A mute thing by kind!
You make but the search easy
When Death comes to find,
O easily find!
Yet God was on your side,
Else why did He make
Such long ears to hearken?
Such bright eyes to wake?
And so, little Rabbits,
In danger some day,
Remember Who's for you,
Flirt tails and away!

Flirt tails and away!