Moles, Hounds, Bears, Bees And Hares

Moles. Moles. Spending their lives down a hole And when it's raining they get complaining And run around out of control Moles

Hounds. Hounds. Walk with their nose to the ground The joy in their eyes and The shock of surprise when They bring you the thing that they found Hounds!

Don't wake up the hibernating bear He'll spend all winter there Asleep

Bees. Bees. Spend most of their time inside hives But when the breeze knocks the hive off the trees oh We better run for our lives. Bees

Hares. Hares. Some call them bunnies—who cares? Though it sounds phony Rabbits were coney Out on this island right hare. Hares