He said: You're my jewel
Better kept in a box, that's safest for all
And she cried, but made no sound
Only tears tracking lines from her cheeks to her jowls

And she wondered what he meant when he said
You're my little black rabbit
Was it kindness to protect
Or did he only want her body?

So the next day, she took the train
Past the place where he worked and out to the plains
It was the furthest she ever had strayed
Without his arm on her arm guiding her forward

And she wandered in the grass and she thought
I'm his little black rabbit
And on the way home, she bought a gun and she thought
Let's go chasing

So the next day, he left for work
And he said: Dear, I'm back by 5, you better make sure dinner's served
So she took her gun and left
And in the plains all day long, she shot rabbits in her dress

And when she served him his tea, she thought
I'm not your little black rabbit
Somehow, she'd shot his dream, she was
The hunter and the scream

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