Little critters come to play with me
All the birdies are singing happily
But don't you also think that they will,
Look prettier if they stay still?

The flowers, red and yellow and blue
I will pick the prettiest ones for you
And make the perfect crown for your head
And now all of the flowers are dead!

VROOM VROOM! What a lovely sound this makes!
(Sound of a chainsaw)
Cutting everything that is in my wake
But father says this is not allowed
So I guess I will stop this for now

No more critters come to play with me
I can no longer hear the birdies' melodies
Well then, snowball (name of a rabbit), let's go back inside
I am happy to be just Alive!