Gather around the great lantern
young man,
Light up the old dark fields
and search for them
those bright glistening eyes
the spring hare

Fifteen or more
wrapped in the cold
eyes water in the whipping wind,
watching for them
those bright glistening eyes
the spring hare

A flicker - the starting pistol,
off into the fields
Their long low shadows cast over
the great lantern - and
they are lost,
those bright glistening eyes
the spring hare

Many fall, into the holes
for which their chase ensues
Amid great laughter one champion arrives
Hind legs Jack,
all are weightless
as quiet falls

His swing takes with it the light,
the light from
those bright glistening eyes
the spring hare