Lament of a Carrot

Who's there? Who's there?
Brushing by my leafy hair
Curse my life, I cannot hear
Well enough to spot a hare
Or the man that put me here
O, woe is all my daily fear
This paranoia that I bear
Can never satisfy or clear
Until up into that warm air
I feel my final fate appear
Unless, in compost, I am spared