Little Rabbit in the Forest,
Hopping bright, hopping bright;
Will she join Celestial Chorus?
Think she might, think she might.
Darting through the glades and meadows
Scattering thrush, scattering thrust;
Picturesque, a Tintoretto,
Deepening flush, deepening flush.
Fur as smooth and soft as satin,
Wolf’s gaunt frame, he’d love to fatten,
Run like hell, run like hell!
No safety in the nearby warren,
Rabbit hood, rabbit hood;
The games are cruel, deserve abhorrin’,
Thumper good! Thumper good!