In the moonlit tale of shadowed glen, A hare named Applejack runs again, With whiskers twitching and eyes so bright, He breaks the rules under the cover of night. Through fields of clover, he bounds with glee, Chasing the maidens by boisterous decree, A mischievous wink, a playful affair, No fence can bind this audacious hare. The whispers fly on the night-time breeze, Of Applejack's frolics beneath the trees, For in the heart of forest and glen, He's the rogue that dances in dreams of men.