and number two ...
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A pair of twinkling eyes
Pointed at a hare head
A clawed paw
An early doom
A mouth full of teeth
Makes all beings crazy
Because they all know
You will not miss it
If it admits once
And then, all smeared with blood
The claw lifts, the teeth bared
And dealt the fatal blow
And rush the survivors
While the cats whet their claws
For a new hunt, a new happiness
Now there's no turning back

And so it goes on and on;
The hunt, the luck,
A magic piece
And it never gives back away.