| Way back in my childhood,
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| I heard a story so true
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| Of a funny bunny stealin' some root from a guy that he knew.
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| His mamma got worried
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| She told the bunny one day
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| Better watch for the farmer, heed what I say or he’ll blow you away.
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| (Oh.) He knew his mamma is right.
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| So why don’t he do what she say?
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| Maybe he just don’t dig it Or maybe a habit, or 'cause he’s a rabbit.
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| Count the crop, (better stop?)
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| You better stop and hop away.
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| Out of the garden where carrots are dense, I found a hole in the fence.
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| Every mornin' when things are still, crawl through the hole and eat my fill.
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| The other rabbits say I’m taking dares, and maybe I’m wrong but who cares?
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| I’m a hooked rabbit! |
| Yeah I got to cure a habit.
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| Yeah everyday I’m tryin' to avoid it.
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| What do I do, I know that I enjoy it.
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| Really and true, I’m beggin' momma’s pardon
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| All the time I’m headin' for the garden.
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| Wee! |
| Everything is sweet when the farmer’s nappin'
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| Every little carrot is a stolen delight
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| And I keep forgetten' that the thing ain’t right
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| So one day when I was deep in the meal
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| That farmer pulled a big «creep and steal»
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| Came at me with a big shot gun, and did I runnn!
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| I hustled really swiftly,
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| Yeah split from there without a second to spare
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| I could hear the bullets fly' through the air.
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| Now I knew what mamma told me, now I knew that she would scold me.
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| She knew what I’d soon be feeling
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| If I didn’t stop my stealin'
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| The farmer he really had sense.
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| He plugged up the hole in the fence.
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| Had me runnin' madly through the garden
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| Looking for a hole to crawl in.
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| Hey, hey. |
| You pick up what I say?
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| Hot head rabbit, if you keep your habit.
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| Your mamma told ya when you hop, that if you stop you count the crop.
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| He gets his beets and guns for you
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| Because carrots and you make a very fine stew.
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| Son, he’ll catch you on the run so you gotta find a quiet little corner where
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| the farmer never comes.
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| You got plenty patches so you snuggle in between them,
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| Dig what I mean, I gotta tell you that’ll keep you eatin
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| Run ya rabbit run. |
| Now you had your fun.
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| Run before you feel the shot gun, run on, run.
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| Well now while you’re in a panic you’re forgettin' the garden gate.
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| All you got to do around is lay around and wait.
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| Right now the farmer thinks he gotcha. |
| He really is itchin' to seal your fate.
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| Don’t ya see him? |
| By the hole in the fence? |
| You can beat him, it’s a natural
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| sense.
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| While he’s over by the fence a while away, keep on running 'til you’re outta
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| that gate.
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| Now the farmer he was pantin to death.
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| He never figured he was out gunnin'
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| That a while that he was catching his breath
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| He woulda needed it to out run him
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| Maybe you remember what you’re mom told ya.
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| Maybe take a beating, let your Pa scold ya.
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| So hit the gate better be ready to wail
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| And when you do, you show the man your tail.
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| Hurry up before you change your plan.
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| Better run from the farmer man.
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| Ooo you best make tracks.
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| You dog-gone pesky hare.
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| Head for home, bro
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| You got away with showing your tail
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| Weee! |
| Dont' ever roam, ready to go home
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| Now you’re goin' home to Mommsy and Popsy, and your little brothers Flopsie and
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| Mopsie.
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| Now you’re gonna do what Momma intended. |
| Now you know your carrot stealin' has
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| ended.
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| I’ve heard the old story
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| One rabbit’s foot will bring luck.
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| But they’re much more lucky, luckier, natch, if that rabbit’s attached! |