Run, rabbit; run, run, run   The fox is on its way   The wolf is right behind him,    And the woodcutter's gone to play      Granny's just a sweet old man   Oh, what big thighs you have, my dear   The willow trees whisper sweet, sweet nothings    In my pitch-forgotten ear      They said, Hide beneath our shadows,    Our leaves will fall to cover you   The wind will cover footsteps    And we'll whistle through and through      Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird today.      If that mockingbird don't sing...   He's gonna make it.   And if that mockingbird don't sing...   He's gonna make it.   And if that mockingbird, bird, bird don't sing...   He's gonna make it.      Sweet Jesus, give me light    To shine my way back through   The fox is on my tail    And there is nothing you can do      The bluebirds take their prized possessions    To throw down at my feet   There's panic in their eyes;    They're high enough to find out what I'll meet      They said, Hide beneath our shadows,    Our wings will fall to cover you   The wind will follow footsteps    And we'll whistle through and through      Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird   Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird today...