In a cabin in the woods
A little man by the window stood
Saw a rabbit hopping by
Knocking at his door
"Help me, help me, help me", cried
Or the hunter will shoot me dead
Come little rabbit come inside
Gently we'll abide
Out of all of the childhood songs I sang, I am not sure why this one sticks with me. On the first night in our new home in the woods, of all things, I was singing this in my head. Hence the inspiration for the title of my new blog. Thoughts and stories of home, my favorite place to be (except when I'm traveling).
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