Run Forrest, run!

The world is dark and bleak,

Run Forrest run !

The world is vile not meek,

Come Forrest take my hand,

We must be strong not weak

Let’s board a train or board a ship 

Let’s flee in peace to no man’s land.

Although Forrest,

I am not that grand,

Like the world; so big and large,

But I’ll be there to hold your hand

When the whole earth screams and rants.

For man is man and land is land, 

And we’re all as natural as nature can.

Here Forrest, we’ll take a stance

On virtuous and upright and fertile ground we’ll stand 

Till woe and troubles does depart