Cole

Happy Hare, where have you buried all your Children? tell me so I say *shake head* happy Hare, Where have you buried all your Children tell me so I say? *shake head* All the Arrows that you've Stolen split in half, now bum of break Like your heart that was so eager to be hid You can't keep them all caged They will fight mother, tell me so I say! (La-la-la-la-la)