Oh sun-beams shining merrily
How warm it is today!
A bushy fur tree where
I've found A hollow place to stay.
I'll always hide myself inside
On frosty days, in storms,
I'll make it nice and cosy there
With cones kept by to gnaw.
They call me silly teasing names
Like nutkin, twinkle-paws:
I'm a little wee man in a red red coat
And don't you say no more!
I sit upon the lightest twigs
Like resting on a chair,
Then I can see from tops of trees
The Mushrooms whitish glare.
When dried and threaded on a stick
How lovely mushrooms are,
So take your basket, follow me,
And hurry, they're not far!
