We know why a fire won’t burn in the sun,
And why you can’t boil melted snow;
We know why green peas make the best currant jell,
Why and wherefore the peanut-tree grows;
But alack and alas there is no one can tell
Why a rabbit must wabble his nose,
We’ve whispered it so you could hear it for miles,
We’ve shouted it “under the rose,”
But alas and alack only echo calls back,
“Oh why does he wabble his nose?”