In the merry month of May, birds follow me, breezes follow me,
Blossom follow me, one, two, three, four, five.
Hunt the hare and denner, catch her if you come, kiss her on the shoulder.
Hear the harsh and bitter, spike upon the nettle, kiss the proud and dainty, print upon the Bethel, one, two, three, four, five.
Hunt the hare and denner, catch her if you can, kiss her on the shoulder.
Sun is king again, falling dust flying, seed and sapling vows, to the life of climate, in my cohesion room.
Seed and seeds of wonder, down the rocky road, down the line stomping, and while the light is gleaming,
while the grass is greening, where the bones are flowering, it only lasts an hour, one, two, three, four, five.
Hunt the hare and denner, catch her if you can, kiss her on the shoulder.
In the night of the night, breezes follow me, breezes follow me,
lights up for the night, streets burn in may, smiles for the may, eyes are left in may, lights up for the may, breezes follow me, breezes follow me,
Hunt the hare and denner, hunt the hare turn, hunt the hare turn.
In the night of the night, breezes follow me, breezes follow me, breezes follow me,
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