The Greatest Gift

Wipe your eyes my son, Stare, just stare, at moon When it’s full and bare; See! you’ll see a hare. He leaps into a fiery fire, You see my son that pyre; It’s a painting by a sire Dwells in the sky higher. This hare’s a great giver, Who didn’t ever, shiver, To leap into a dazzling fire And give his life to a crier. There’s that greatest gift Sire gave to hare so swift; When sky its veil does lift, You’ll see that greatest gift.