At first I suspected something She acted so calm and absentminded And one day I heard the back door shut As I entered the front, and I saw him slink Back of the smokehouse into the lot And run across the field And I meant to kill him on sight But that day, walking near Fourth Bridge Without a stick or a stone at hand All of a sudden I saw him standing Scared to death, holding his rabbits And all I could say was, "Don't, Don't, Don't" As he aimed and fired at my heart