The Rather Scared Hare

by Duncan Jones

There once was a hare
Who loved to run races
Even more than the others, so fast
Not once did he ever
Come in place second
Much less ever come in place last

It seemed that running
Was all he would do
It became an obsession of sorts
And soon he was running
All hours all day
No time for the other hare sports

“My my!” Some would say
As he passed in a flash
He would come and go dashing on by
“If that boy doesn’t learn
To let up or slow down
Who knows? He might take off and fly!”

None of them knew
Why so much he would run
But they knew he could not run forever
Well of course it was true
One day he collapsed
Right next to a hare rather clever

”I’ve got to keep going!”
He said with a gasp
“They’re chasing me! Catching me! Help!
I can’t get away!
The footsteps are close!”
He looked quite afraid for himself

So a crowd came to see
From the birds to the bees
All amazed, not one said a word
And then all of a sudden
They shivered, looked ‘round
As invisible footsteps were heard

But the footsteps behind
In short time he would find
Were simply his own on the ground
“Well I do declare!”
Said the clever hare there
“This boy just out­­ran his own sound!”