'Twas the midnight raid of Peter Rabbit,

He wore his nice shoes and his brand new jacket.

Crept under the gate with hardly a sound,

Then cautiously, Peter looked all around.

With no one in sight, the thief greedily munched

On some carrots and peas for his overdue lunch.

But McGregor was out in the garden that night,

He saw Peter Rabbit and gave him a fright.

Peter fled for his life, but he stumbled and fell,

So he kicked off his right shoe, his left one as well.

His buttons got caught in a net further on,

So he ripped off his jacket and then he was gone.

Mean old McGregor was still on the go,

Cursing and shouting and waving his hoe.

Peter squeezed under the gate in a flash,

And Mr. McGregor increased his mad dash.

He hurtled the fence, ran as fast as he could,

And followed the rabbit deep into the woods.

"McGregor is coming! McGregor is coming!"

Peter yelled to the forest as he kept on running.

The birds and the rabbits, the squirrels and hedgehogs,

Heard all the noise and knew something was wrong.

They all grabbed their muskets and hurried outside,

To wait for the cranky old man to arrive...

 

When the sun awoke and got out of bed,

Mean old McGregor was lying there, dead.