The little hare ran through the snowy forest of pine, his tiny feet making rough patterns in the soft snow. The light from the bright moon above illuminated the shadowy sky, just enough that the small hare could see his way through the dark.

The big pack of wolves, with there their scratchy, matted coats and snarling,white teeth, chased the little hare though throughout out delete this wordthe forest of pine pine forest. Each wolf had there theirclaws digging into the thick layer of snow beneath them these words are not really needed as it's already implied they're running on the snow., making it hard for them to all keep a steady pace. They could barley concentrate they were so hungry.

The little hare ran and ran delete these two words, we don't need them, you could use an adverb underneath the moon, he started to get cold and tired. The snow was starting to fall at drastic speeds, and the little hare could barley barely find his way. He swerved around the pines and tried to hide behind rocks, but his sent scent was to strong. The little hare’s sent scent is to too strong to hide, his only hope now was to run from the pack of big hungry wolves chasing him These are words that are not really needed since we know it's a pack of hungry wolves chasing the rabbit. . The little hare’s black button eyes started to water, witch which made it harder to see the twisting roots beneath him. He looked up at the sky, the bright shinning shining stars gave him hope. The little hair hare wanted to see daylight again, he wanted to see his mama and papa again, and his siblings as well. He did not want his soul to be trapped in the forest of wolfs woves, or trapped in the night, alone, forever.

The big wolves are getting angry and impatient that there late night their late-night snack is so stubborn and will not give up his life. But the wolves will not stop until they have caught there their prey. There Their stomachs growl just thinking about tearing the little hare up, limb by limb until there their stomachs settle themselves. The moon slowly gets covered by a field of muddy Gray clouds, and the forest goes dark. Even the wolves have trouble seeing, but they can still see the movement of the little hare.

The little hare has lost his way due to the darkness, he can no longer see the trees in-front in front of him. Fear bubbles up in his belly, his eyes water more. But he can feel the snow fall snowfall is becoming more rapid heavier by the second. The little hare can almost make out a big cluster of trees to his left. Hopefully, that will keep him hidden from the wolves until the moon shines in the sky once again.

The trees shield the little hare, but the wolves will still be able to smell him. He is breathing heavily, it is cold enough to see his breath in the frosty air. He is scared, and will not deny it. He is to too young to die, only a kid he is change to "he is only a kid". But the wolves don’t care.

The big wolves are confused that there their prey had diapered disappearedfrom sight. The snow fall snowfall is to strong to smell the hare, they must look around. They must eat, they have not caught anything all day. Without this little hare, there their pups might not make it.

They looked around and could not see the hare, they began to worry. Then they looked up at the dark navy sky and saw the light returning to the world around them. They could see a cluster of trees to there their left. But as they approached, they witnessed the little hair making a run for it back in the opposite direction.

The little hair sprinted throughout the pined forest. Within that little amount of time he had to rest, he saved up a lot of energy.

Except the wolves did to too, they were right behind the little hair.

The wolves nipped at him, but were unsuccessful at catching him.

There were no small holes in the ground for the little hare to hide in, and the wolves would spot him hiding underneath a tree or by a rock.

The snow was slowing down, and an elegant snowflake landed on top of the little hares hares' nose. The little hair hare liked how it tickled his already wet nose then melted off onto the ground beneath him.

The little hair hare then stopped as he saw he was about to run into a tree root. But he was to too late…

The big wolves saw as the little hare’s body tumbled over the tree root. The wolves They approached him, then circled him delete, we know who "him" isso he did not escape. But all the little hair did was lay there in the snow. He was not dead, and he was conscious. But he did not dare to move. One wolf moved in and muzzled him. Nothing happened except a blink of his eyes.

The little hair sat in the snow in pain, the wolves surrounded him. He knew he was dead, there was no chance of survival now. The little hair looked up at the stars, he saw them all dancing around the sky. The stars made the little hare feel happy in his final moments on this planet, he had excepted his fate.

The big wolves pounced on the little hare, ripping him from limb by limb, I bet he tasted delouses. Is this line really needed? If so, you might change it to...."They reveled in the taste."

The big wolves hen then left with the little hares hare's body to feed to there their starving pups. They were happy with there their catch, it was not a big one. But it will make a difference.

These are the only two where I can see that would make it a little closer to the song.

Stanza 4
There must have been some whiskey
in that old tin flask they found
For when they placed it in his hand
He began to dance around

Stanza 7
So down to the village
With a shovel in his hand
Driving here and there
all around the square
Saying catch me if you can

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Someone sees me climbing
Onto the roof of my house,
Planning to watch the storm,
It went from hot to cold rapidly,

Looking into the sky,
I watch tornados beginning to form
a good several miles away,
It's exhilarating to feel the strong winds,

Feeling the cold rain pour
harshly down onto me,
Laughter comes from deep in my belly
as I experience the storm,

First line - legendary for housing a full-gamut (delete) pageant of humanity

Third Paragraph - I had (delete) never had occasion to visit the (delete) Grady ER

Fourth Paragraph - The bacchanal was on the brink of chaos. (This whole sentence could go as bacchanal means "drunken reveler". Unless you wanted to say that the scene was on the brink of chaos.)

Tenth Paragraph - large black male orderly Question? Why would the women at the desk be African-American and the orderly be a large black male?

Paragraph Nineteen - my pillaged psyche sparked increasing suicidal ideation (just say ideas).

Paragraph 21 - my pillaged psyche sparked increasing suicidal ideation (again, just say ideas).

Paragraph 24 - in the midst of my machinations (use the word schemes)