"You seem to be. But what is it all about? What is it that makes you so happy this morning, Mr. Redwing?" Peter asked.
"Tra-la-la-la-lee, cherokee, cherokee!
We've another speckled egg, and this one makes it three!"
carolled Mr. Redwing, and flew over to the nest in the bulrushes where Mrs. Redwing was fussing about in a very important manner.
"Pooh!" said Peter Rabbit. "Is that all? What a little thing to make such a fuss about. I think I'll pay my respects to Grandfather Frog and then I'll go home."
Peter yawned. Then he hopped out where he could see all over the Smiling Pool. There sat Grandfather Frog on his big green lily-pad, just as usual.
"Good morning, Grandfather Frog!" said Peter Rabbit.
"Chugarum! Of course it's good morning. Every morning is good," replied Grandfather Frog gruffly.
"Oh!" said Peter Rabbit, and then he couldn't think of another thing to say.
The Merry Little Breezes giggled, and Grandfather Frog looked over at them and very slowly winked. Then he rolled his big goggly eyes up and stared into the sky. Peter Rabbit looked up to see what Grandfather Frog was looking at so intently. There was Redtail the Hawk swinging 'round and 'round in great big circles, as if he were trying to bore his way right into the clouds. Peter didn't stop to watch.
"When ol' Mr. Hawk is a-riding in the sky,
Keep a-moving, keep a-moving, keep a-moving mighty spry!"