Way in my childhood, I heard a story so 'bout a funny bunny stealin' some root from a guy he knew.
His got worried. She the bunny one day. Better the farmer, heed what I say or he'll blow you away.
(Oh..) He know his is right. So why don't he do what she Maybe he don't dig it. Got a bad habit, 'cause a rabbit.
Cop the crop, you start a hop n' and you can't and cop and hop away.
Out of the garden where are dense, I found a in the fence. Every when things are still, I crawl the hole and eat my fill.
The other say I'm taking dares Maybe wrong but who cares? I'm a rabbit! Yeah I got a habit.
[Cop the Everyday I'm tryin' to avoid it. [Cop the crop] What'll I do, I that I'm enjoyin' it. the crop] Really and true, I'm beggin' mama's pardon. [Cop the crop] All the I'm headin' for the garden.
[Kip!]
Wee! Everything is free and the nappin'. Every little carrot is a delight, and I forgetten' that it ain't right
So one day I was deep in a meal that farmer a big "creep and steal" at me with a big shot gun, and did I runnn!
Well I really swiftly as I could. Yeah speedin' through the air without a to spare I could hear the bullets through the air.
I could hear the words mamma me. If my knew she would scold me. part of me was true feelin' If I got away, I'd stop my
The farmer he had sense. He up the hole in the fence. Had me runnin' madly the garden for a hole to crawl in.
And there weren't a at all
Hey.
You pick up I say? head rabbit, if you keep your habit. Your mamma ya when you hop, that if you stop to cop the crop. He gets and he guns for you because and you make a very good stew.
Son, he's got you on the run so you better find a quiet little corner where the never comes. You got patches so you snuggle in between them, Dig what I mean, cottontail you keep your bean.
Run ya run. Now you had your fun. Run you feel the shot gun, run on, run.
Well while you're in a panic you're forgettin' bout the garden gate. All you got to do is lay and wait. now the farmer thinks he gotchya. Really is itchin' to seal fate.
Don't ya him, by the hole in the fence. You can him, with some natural sense. While he's over by the a while away, on running 'til you're outta that gate.
Now the farmer really you to death. You never he was out gunnin'. Better pause a while for your breath. You're need it if your out runnin'
Maybe now remember you're momma told ya. Now you know the reason why poppa scold ya. So hit the gate and be ready to wail. And when you do, you the man your tail.
[Wi Hurry up better you change your plan. [Wi Better run from the farmer man. [Wi Woo] Ooo you best tracks. [Wi Woo] You pesky hare. [Wi Woo] for home, rabbit. [Wi Woo] Got to wail, and him your tail [Wi Woo] Weee! ever roam, till you get home
Now you're goin' home to and Popsy, and your little brothers Flopsie and Mopsie. Are you're do what Momma intended. Now you know carrot stealin' has ended.
heard the old story One rabbit's foot bring luck. But they're more lucky, luckier, natch, if a rabbit's attached!