Down in the cellers where nobeast goes,
Littlebob hare went runnin',
He ran an' ran an' followed his nose,
Where rocks never let the sun in.
He got very tired an' sat by a pool,
Then found out to his cost sir,
That he was nought but a sill fool,
Who'd got himself lost down there.
"Oh woe is me," Cried Littlebob
"Tis dark an' so unsightly,
I must find a way out of here,
To where the sun shines brightly."
So he climbed up the coiling snake,
all damp and slipery-feeling,
An' found beyond the big plum cake,
A hole right though the ceiling.
He beat the tide an' spinies too,
But his mamma tanned his tailfur!