The rabbit runs through the woods,
The dog runs after the rabbit in the woods,
They run over hills,
They run into chills,
They run through meadows,
With treasures galore!
They run into some trouble,
Who scares them with a “ROAR”.
Yet they will keep going,
Over the hills and the streams,
They steer themselves in any direction,
That they choose,
After all,
They have nothing to lose.
But,
No matter where they go,
They always end up,
In the wood,
Because,
Life says they should.
Yash menon 