"Little Cabin in the Woods" (sung with actions, usually at camp, with several different versions)
Little cabin in the woods, little man by the window stood
Saw a rabbit hopping by, knocking at my door
"Help me! Help Me! Help..." he cried,
"'fore the hunter shoot me dead!"
"Come little rabbit, come inside, safely to abide."
It's not the most artistic photo, but it's the one that best captures why, after looking out my window this morning, I laughed all day imagining the scene from the song "Little Cabin in the Woods" occurring at my own front door. If you knew the havoc caused by the rabbits in my garden year after year, you would know that I didn't sing "Come little rabbit, come inside..." with a whole lot of sincerity.