An old Hare lived in a house on a hill,
One hundred years old and never was ill;
His ears so long and his eyes so big,
And is leg so spry that he knew everything
About the beasts that walk and the bird’s that sing–
This old Doc Hare,
Who lived up there
In a mighty fine house on a mighty high hill
He was doctor for all the beasts and birds –
He put on his specs and he used bid words,
He felt the pulse, then he looked mighty wise,
He pulled out his watch and he shut both eyes;
He grabbed up his hat and he grabbed up his cane,
Then–’blam’ went the door-he was gone like a
train,
This old Doc Hare,
Who lived up there
In a mighty fine house on a mighty high hill.
Mister Bear fell sick–they said for Doc Hare,
‘Oh, Doctor, came quick, and see Mr Bear;
He’s mighty near dead just as sure as you are born!
Too much of young pig, too much of green corn.
As he put on his hat, said old Doc Hare:
‘I’II take along my lance and lance Mister Bear
Said old Doc Hare,
Who lived up there
In a mighty fine house on a mighty high hill.
Mister Bear he groaned, Mister Bear he growled,
While the old Mrs Bear and the children howled,
Doctor Hare took out his sharp little lance,
And pierced Mister Bear till it made his prance,
Then he grabbed up his hat and grabbed up his
cane–
‘Blam’ went the door, he was gone like a train,
This old Doc Hare,
Who lived up there
In a mighty fine house on a mighty high hill
But the very next day Mister Bear was dead;
When they told Doc Hare, he just scratched his
head:
‘If persons get well, or person get worse,
Money’s got to come into old Doc Hare’s purse;
Not for what folks do, but for what they know
Do the folks get paid’-and Hare laughed low,
This old Doc Hare,
Who lived up there
In a mighty fine house on a mighty high hill.
