Run Like the Wind

Run like wind,

My dear little friend.

For trees fall like divers

To the very end.

Leap through the rocks

Of steep, rough terrain.

For feral creatures strive

To bring you great pain.

Little numbat,

I hope you soon see,

The marble of bright blood

Now trickles down thee.

Run like the wind,

You must find a way,

And your stripes will burn black

To the final day.