Sun rays slant through the forest air,
There’s a boy sitting on the ground with dragonflies in his hair,
The little animals come up to him;
Because they’re not afraid of him.
A little fawn sits behind his back,
Nothing doth he lack,
Even rabbits sit beside him;
He always smiles and is never grim.
All of his forest friends–the animals trust him,
To calm them he’ll sing them a hymn,
In the middle of the forest sits he;
As the sun rays slant through every tree.
He always is so gentle and kind,
And has such a creative mind,
That is why the animals trust him;
And say! You’ve guessed it! His name is Tim.