Bunny creeps out and caresses his nose,

Combs out his ears with his fluttering toes,

Blinks at the sun

And commences to run

With a skip and a hop

And a flippety-flop,

Nibbling the clover wherever he goes;

But only when he is quite easy in mind

Does he button his little white tail down behind.

Bunny stops dead and stiffens each hair,

And his eyelids freeze in a terrified stare,

And he pricks up his ears

For the sound that he hears

Is a low muffled beat 

And a drumming of feet

And an ominous rub-a-dub-dubbing- but where?

He's off like the wind! He's off like the wind!

And his little white tail is unbuttoned behind.