Mad the Brown Hare
Now Spring's in the air
It's springing about
Its head in the air
And without a care
The things it will dare
No leaping's too far
For Mad the Brown Hare
Now raising its paws
Some boxing's in store
It floats round the field
And boxes some more
This maddest of fights
At dawn's early light
A leap to the left
A roll to the right
