He wore his best grey felt coat,
He had his best silken grey hat on,
He was the best dressed hare on the block,
All the competition had long gone.
It was the month of March,
It was his time and he had his first date.
This was one appointment he wanted.
He better meet her before it was too late.
This is the month of the March hares,
They can be seen almost everywhere.
There were March hares boxing and prancing,
While there were some mating and dancing.
March is for the wildly amorous March hare,
He cannot be stopped, who would ever dare?
March is the time when mating happens everywhere,
New born rabbits will soon be seen here, there and everywhere.