When the Rats in a lab say they're grateful.
The Hare in the Fox would say it waltzed in so graceful.
Or perhaps that's just a scientific breakthrough,
Like a Rooster laying an egg,
Or words undone when they've been said.
When your worth has been minuscule and undervalued.
Like you didn't notice all the effort you put in to grab it.
When your patient and try to work through all the damage,
and you know you've been compromised,
and don't have the means to protect your hine.
I'm grateful,
I'm gratefully being used,
You can take it all and leave,
And say it if you please,
I'm insignificant,
A mere held pawn,
A spectacle,
Perhaps being used just to do some wrong
Or a good thing.
Man I'll never know
But I've grown a-custom too flowing where the wind does blow.
I'm just another.
I'm just another one.
I know I'm another one.
I'm not a number one.
You'll seem too experience,
I just didn't give up yet,
How many experiments failed and all did end up dead.
I'm just another one.
I'm not a number one.
What number am I to you?
Like a graceful Hare.
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