Up inclines pell-mell and on the double.
Mother’, is that hillside steep!
Seeking there a cliff run,
lemmings leap.
All now will be departing;
to hang back would be effrontery.
Itching for a cliff-run,
lemmings leap.

Lemmings leap. . .
Living briefly, then done, lemmings leap.

No, none is broken-hearted
as to the edge of the cliff they creep,
raring to go over—
lemmings leap.
A few of them are carted
to the edge ’cause of infirmity.
Raring to go over,
lemmings leap.

Lemmings leap. . .
there just to go over,
lemmings leap.
Lemmings leap. . .
Shtik of theirs, a cliff-run:
lemmings leap.
Lemmings leap. . .
giving it a cliff-run,
lemmings leap.

They’re orderly, not rowdy
as they die. . .a mass menagerie.
Die, devoid of sorrow. . .
lemming leap.

They wake up for a suicide trip. . .
mother’, is that canyon deep!
Squeaking ere that cliff run:
lemming leap.

Lemming peak. . . .
there! they’re going over lemming peak.
Lemming pique. . . .
Some renege on cliff run—
lemming pique.