“Mr. Wolf, if I were you
I wouldn’t eat a rabbit stew;
I’d rather have a chicken pie
If I were you and you were I.”
“I never thought of chicken pie,” answered Mr. Wicked Wolf, and the more he thought about it the more he wanted it. So pretty soon he said:
“I’ll let you off this time if you’ll motor me to the Farmyard.” But, oh, dear me! Those two little rabbits didn’t want to do that. No, sireemam.
“Hurry up and decide,” growled Mr. Wicked Wolf with a dreadful grin.
“Wait a minute if you please,
I’m so worried I shall sneeze,”
said Uncle John Hare. I guess he would have said ’most anything to gain time.