Somewhere without the dread city
Where we wandered in love and alone
Stars are not shining no pity
On rabbitfur rotting to bone
I always denied you was pretty
And that's a hard untruth to hone
But I always thought you was dead witty;
You can make up the rest on your own
Jay Allard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rabbitfur/