Little rabbit run across my path
Jump over the hill
And then underground,
so deep, so dark
Beneath the willow trees
There is no one
On the riverbank
could sleep
The wicks and the yarn So tough
He's a-thinking of how
On his riverboat Or how to heat sail
Deep beneath the ground
On the moor
Dreaming of the spring
And summertime to follow He's the friends of the wood
Mr. Toter's sleeping
in the dawn
Dreaming of the wind
And is a motor car He can fly like the wind
Badger in the woods Don't you think it's time now
To call everyone
For now spring has come
Reach out with the sun
The sun
