Why peanuts are relished by crows;
But no one, I’m sure, has been able to tell
Why a rabbit must wabble his nose.”
“I’m sure that isn’t right,” said Buddie. “Anyway, I know how the Chorus goes.” The Rabbit knew, too, and he joined in:
“WE’VE WHISPERED IT SO YOU COULD HEAR IT FOR MILES;
We’ve shouted it ‘under the rose’.”
At this point a curious thing happened. The Loon burst into hysterical laughter, and, springing into the air, went whizzing round the room in gradually narrowing circles, wheeling higher with each turn. Buddie followed him with her eyes.
“He’ll have to stop when he gets to the ceiling,” she thought.