He works on tunnels night and day,
This Marmot boy from far away. 
When winter comes then in he creeps,
And there until the spring he sleeps.

The woodchuck resides in a hole in the ground,
He is surly and cross, and he never is found
Out in the bright sunlight unless it’s to see
If he can’t make more winter for you and for me.

This naughty boy just eats and eats until he is a sight,
He eats until he cannot hold another tiny bite. 
Of course, he’s just an animal—­they call him Wolverine—­
But does he make you think of boys that you have ever seen?

Old Mr. Walrus climbs out of the deep
For a breath of air and an hour of sleep. 
You will note that he isn’t much on looks
But his skin we make into pocket-books.

He sits on the top of a gay wooden stand,
He stands on his head or he shakes your hand,
He dances a jig or he trumps a chant—­
This jolly old circus Elephant.

Naughty, naughty Squirrel baby, just as mother has you dressed
In your ribbons and your laces and your go-to-meeting best,
Then to run and grab an apple and get yourself all mussed! 
Are you not afraid that mother will be very, very fussed?

To market, to market, with baskets of eggs,
Jack Rabbit goes hurrying on his long legs;
He’ll buy him some colors—­red, green, yellow, blue,
And when Easter comes ’round you know what he’ll do.

Chipmunk is a jolly lad,
Always friendly—­never sad,
Shares with friends his wheat grains yellow,
He’s a genuine good fellow.

The coney lives in Palestine
But he is very seldom seen. 
You see he is so small and shy
He hides when folks are passing by.

They call this boy the Coati,
His name is strange, and so is he. 
He laps to drink, digs with his snout. 
On ground or trees he runs about.

The cute little dogs that live on the prairie
Were having a party and making quite merry,
When Big Dog, on watch, heard a noise and called “Hush!”
And into their holes went the guests in a rush!

What do you suppose is in Gray Wolf’s pack
He carries so stealthily over his back? 
Some chickens, a lamb and an old mother hen
He has stolen to hide away in his den.

His manners are so charming and his eyes so very bright,
I do believe that we might call young Fox a gallant knight;
But then when he is cunning and just a little pert,
I’m not so sure but we should call this same young fox a flirt.

We just want to ask if you ever have seen a
Much dirtier boy than this little Hyena? 
He has played in the street at making mud pies
Till nothing is clean save the whites of his eyes.

Beau coyote sings a nightly tune
To his lady fair in the big, round moon. 
She smiles and throws moonbeams to him
And he serenades till her light is dim.

Tommie and Tillie Badger went out in the field to play. 
Said Tommie:  “Here, I’ll teach you—­put down your head this way,
Then toss your heels into the air and give a little twirl—­
You can’t help turning somersaults although you are a girl.”