Stawking da twail,
Of cweature fwail.
Hunting my pwey,
Won't get away.
I twain my ear,
Kwiet he's near.
Bwave hunter bold,
Out in the cold.

Bang goes the gun,
Wun cweature wun.
There goes my pwey,
Getting away.
Wunning in fear,
Kwik as a dear.
Jumped in his lair,
Must get that hare.

Get that skewy wabbit gonna bwast him to kingdom come.
He twies to make a fool of me gonna shot him with my gun.

Nyah, what's up doc, what's up with that?
It's duck season, hey, it's not rab-bat.

Bugs, he just knows,
How Elmer goes.
What makes him tick,
Pulls every trick.

Elmer never gets his prey, cause the hare always gets away,
Be vewy, vewy quiet, huntin' wabbits I stawk today.

Seems like Elmer always misses,
Still not sure what season this is.

Bang goes the gun,
Wun cweature wun.
Jumped in his lare
Can't get that hare.