Quem não conhece a mais famosa música de Bugs Bunny, Hillbilly Hare da história com o mesmo nome? Para aqueles que não são fãs incondicionais (ainda há alguns) direi que esta aventura se passa nos Ozarks onde Bugs se encontra a passar férias até ser importunado por dois indígenas, os irmãos Cart e Pumpkinhead Martin, os parolos de serviço.
Após as peripécias e perseguições habituais Bugs disfarça-se e inicia um baile mandado (square dance) que evolui vertiginosamente até trocar completamente as voltas aos seus perseguidores. A música, cantada pela "voz" de Bugs, Mel Blanc, é genial e a letra não o é menos. Recordemos...
Let's all square dance. Places all. Bow to your corner, bow to your own.
Three hands up and 'round you go, Break it up with a dosey-do. Chicken in the bread pan kickin' out dough, Skip to ma Lou my darling.
The old lady out you pretty little thing, Promenade around the ring, Big foot up and little foot down, Make that big foot jar the ground.
Lady steps back and two gents in, Back you go and forward again. Step right up with an elbow swing, Skip to ma Lou my darling.
Allemande left with the old left hand Follow through the righ an' left grand. Meet your honey with a great big smile Promenade the Indian style.
Promenade across the floor, Sashay right on out the door. Out the door and in to the glade, And everybody promenade.
Step right up, you're doing fine, I'll pull your beard, you pull mine. Yank it again, like you did before, Break it up with a tug of war.
Now into the brook and fish for the trout, Dive right in and splash about. Trout, trout, pretty little trout, One more splash and come right out.
Shake like a hound dog, shake again, Wallow around in the old pig pen. Wallow some more, you all know how, Roll around like an old fat sow.
Allemande left with your left hand, Follow through with a right-left grand. Now lead your partner, the dirty ol' thing, Follow through with an elbow swing.
Grab a fence post, hold it tight, Whomp your partner with all your might. Hit him in the shin, hit him in the head, Hit him again, the critter ain't dead.
Wop him low and wop him high, Stick your finger in his eye. Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound, Bang your heads against the ground.
Promenade all around the room, Promenade like a bride and groom. Open up the door and step right in, Close the door and into a spin.
Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl, Jump all around like a flying squirrel. Now don't you cuss and don't you swear, Just come right out and form a square.
Now right hand over and left hand under, Both join hands and run like thunder. Over the hill and over the dale, Duck your head and lift your tail.
Don't you stray and don't you roam, Turn it around and promenade home. Corn in the crib pen, wheat in the sack, Turn your partner, promenade back.
And now you're home. Bow to your partner. Bow to the gent across the hall And that is all.