Bark, bark, the dog in the woods,The animals, all turned to wax,Were running for their very lives,The rabbit had bared his teeth,—This is astonishing to see,It should be put down on paperTo remain a masterpiece forever.The rabbit has become so brave,For otherwise it makes no sense.While we hide among the leaves,He stands and waits for the dog,And doesn't bat an eye at all,—What are you saying, my dear?Stop the boasting, stop it, stop it,I am trembling all over,My heart is about to stop,Words cannot describe this fear.But a little while ago in the mud,My foot got caught in a snare.