There was a man within a tree,
who often would call out to me
to lift my head up to the clouds
where I could ever scream aloud.
A rabbit came into a field;
its armor bright, with shiny shield.
Forever on a journey go
across the ocean, to and fro.
The waves, like monsters in the sea,
a lighthouse beacon beaconed me.
Forget your fight, sharp rocks and thorns,
for my ship has a great, big horn.
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