By-o-by, little bear cub,
In your cave on the windy hill.
Safe in the care of dear mother bear
Cuddle up tight and be still.
Father is out in the woods, and soon he
Will be coming home safe to baby and me.
So cuddle up tight for the shadows of night
Are creeping o’er meadow and lea.
And do you know, those dear little Bear cubs went sound to sleep and were put to bed without waking up. Wasn’t that nice? And that’s the way little boys and girls should behave.
Never give mother a worry or care, but be good like a dear little fuzzy wool bear. Goodness me! I’m making up poetry myself only my typewriter didn’t make the lines go just the way they should.
Well, after this Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky got into the automobile and drove away, and by and by the stars came out and the big round moon, and they were still far from home. But they didn’t care. No, sirreemam.
Billy Bunny hopped out and lighted the lamps, and Uncle Lucky turned up his coat collar for the night wind was chilly, and then they started off again. And by and by, not so very long, they came to a little hotel called “Cuddle Inn.” “That’s the place for your uncle,” said the kind old gentleman rabbit. “Let’s inquire,” which means to find out, “if they will take us for the night.”
So Billy Bunny hopped out and went into the hotel office, and the landlord, who was a nice-looking squirrel, with a beautiful gray bushy tail, said, “I have a nice room with two beds,” and then he put the Luckymobile in the barn and the two little rabbits went to sleep before they took off their watches; they were so tired, and if the old cow doesn’t blow her horn to wake me up before it’s morn, I’ll tell you in the next story what happened after that.
STORY XVII—BILLY BUNNY AND THE SQUIRREL INNKEEPER
Wake up! Wake up! It’s early morn,
The cock is tooting his little tin horn.
The morning wind is singing a tune
About the roses that bloom in June.
It’s time to be up, for the day is here,
And the sky is shining bright and clear.
So out of bed hopped Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky, and then they wound their watches, for they were so tired the night before that they had gone to bed with them on, as I told you in the last story.
Well, when they got downstairs they found the squirrel who owned “Cuddle Inn” already up and dressed. A most delicious smell of hot coffee and rolls came from the kitchen, so the little rabbits went into the dining room and read the menu card.