It’s good, with a touch of the fervent evangelist:
Completion
I love my rabbit more than my children
For he has made his own family,
He has made his own place
He has got his love in his mind and soul.
For his name is my name and he is my child;
The fox is the friend of the dog,
The cat is the friend of the cat,
For this is my mother
My pride is as an arrow wound,
My blood is boiling when I see this
A man that would destroy his people,
But I will not cry because of him or because
We can help them and take our place
He would take a knife to each man;
And kill us all with the sword,
And eat us all the flesh
And make us all dogs,
And our hearts would not melt in anger because of him,
He would not destroy his people from him.
He knows I can hold my head high and not let my pride
Burn like water, the sword that is his own will
And he says, “I will love him as much as I love myself and my animals.”
He can make a dream up just as well as me,