He's here, he's there,
that blumen shadow's everywhere,
you see him now,
behind the cow,
oh where is he hiding now?

Now you see him,
now you don't,
look out, he has you by the throat!

He strikes with fear,
at all you hold dear,
but as suddenly as that,
he is no more,
gone, in the night,
like a bat.

Good bunnies have naught to fear,
for in a second he will be gone, from whence he came,
Shadow is his name.