Текст песни Moles, Hounds, Bears, Bees and Hares - They Might Be Giants

Moles, Hounds, Bears, Bees and Hares

Moles, moles\nSpending their lives down a hole\nAnd when it’s raining, they get complaining\nAnd run around out of control\nMoles\nHounds, hounds\nWalk with their nose to the ground\nThe joy in their eyes and the shock of surprise when\nThey bring you the thing that they found\nHounds\nDon’t wake up the hibernating bear\nHe’ll spend all winter there\nAsleep\nBees, bees\nSpend most of their time inside hives\nBut when the breeze knocks the hive off the trees, oh\nWe better run for our lives\nBees\nHares, hares\nSome call them bunnies—who cares?\nThough it sounds phony, rabbits were coney\nOut on this island right hare\nHares\nDon’t wake up the hibernating bear\nHe’ll spend all winter there\nAsleep