Deep in the forest there’s a dragon in the bracken,
Deep in the forest there’s an owl in a tree,
Deep in the forest there’s a witch in a cavern,
Deep in the forest there’s also little me.

I am frightened of the dragon which lives in the bracken,
I am frightened of the owl which sits in the tree,
I am frightened of the witch who lives in the cavern
But none of them is frightened of poor little me.

Deep in the hollow there’s a camp of Red Indians,
Dancing around their campfire as wild as wild can be;
I wish that I had feathers and could live inside a wigwam,
But what would all the Indian braves think of little me?

Deep in the bushes at the bottom of the garden,
There’s a tiger living in his den behind the apple tree,
And when I go to fetch my ball or dig for hidden treasure,
I feel that through the branches the tiger’s watching me.

Down by the river there’s a scarecrow in a meadow
Who chases all the birds away – he also frightens me,
I wonder why he stands so still on one leg in the moonlight,
When everyone is safe at home in bed like sleepy me.

I am frightened of the scarecrow who stands in the meadow,
I am frightened of the tiger behind the apple tree,
I am frightened of the Indian braves dancing round their campfire,
But none of them is frightened of poor little me!