Room Full of Tales

A light from the window
Lights at the table
Just turn around, you'll hear
A room of tales come echoing
"And everyone," says Peter
"Yes, everyone is here."

Over the hills and dales
Listening with ears and tails
Going off to market in their Sunday best
(Peter Rabbit stole his [???]
Mr. McGregor chased [???])

Over the hills we go
Into the house [???]
I wonder where Jemima shelters from the rain?
(Mr. Fox was cruel and sly
Killed her ducklings, made her cry)

A light from the window
Lights at the table
Just turn around, you'll hear
A room of tales come echoing
"And everyone," says Peter
"Yes, everyone is here"