He was black and brown and gray
he would shuffle and snuffle about
Then there was Horace the Hedgehog,
He crawled about all wobbly,
cause he could hardly see
And now and then he'd squeak,
cause that's the way they speak
Then he rolls himself up into a ball
and goes to sleep for a week
My friends live in the woods
All my friends are ever so good
Cause all my friends live in the woods
Then there was Robbie the Rabbit,
who lived in a hole in the hill.
He's always shivering and quivering,
He's always dashing here,
and always flashing there.
told me that he never got anywhere
is a little mole called Tim
and a blue black glossy skin
I haven't seen him in a long long time
I wonder what's happened to him
He's a little mole and he lives in a hole,
My friends live in the woods
My friends are ever so good
So come on over and meet my friends
Cause all my friends live in the wood.