Walking in the meadows Eating the grass There is a rabbit With no talent or light You are not going to last Living in my footsteps The rope is getting thinner And this will be your end Looking from below Squeaking with envy Wishing me to fall You just can't be quiet You desire what I have It's something you can't buy It takes years to earn it With work and sacrifice The rabbit who wanted to be a wolf Born to be a whistle, don't get to be a horn The rabbit had to learn the hard way And now he knows this is my place The friends of the rabbit As stubborn as him They're cut from the same cloth Like father, like son Maybe in the end You'll be a bit smart And finally realize Only the strongest prevail The rabbit who wanted to be a wolf Born to be a whistle, don't get to be a horn The rabbit had to learn the hard way And now he knows this is my place