I went to the grove
to pick this flower – look!
and there the trees rock-a-bye
and the cuckoos always
coo
coo
I met a tiny rabbit
he was dozing on a hill
I would have caught him
but the cuckoo frightened him
coo
coo
1917
I went to the grove
to pick this flower – look!
and there the trees rock-a-bye
and the cuckoos always
coo
coo
I met a tiny rabbit
he was dozing on a hill
I would have caught him
but the cuckoo frightened him
coo
coo
1917