He never would say “Thank you,” and scarcely ever “Please,”
And when he wanted anything, he’d tease, and tease, and tease.
He’d the rudest way of calling his mother to come down,
And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.
And these are only half the things this little rabbit did;
He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid,
Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride,
And they’d look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.
And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was,
He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, because