Little rabbit run Run across my path Jump over the hill And then underground So deep, so dark Deep beneath The willow trees There is no-one On the riverbank The little rabbit does live Ratty wakes and yawns He's a-feeling so tired He's a-thinking of how On his river-boat All around he'd sail And deep beneath the ground Sleeping, the mole Dreaming of spring And summertime to follow He's a-friends of the wood (? these are friends of the wood ?) And Mr toad asleep Sleeping alone Dreaming of when On his motor-car He can fly like the wind Badger in the wood Don't you think it's time now To call everyone Well now spring has come We (...?) with the sun, the sun...'