All the folks are getting on
And if you love your Uncle John.”
“Wait till I show you what I’ve got for you.” And then the little bunny opened his knapsack.
“Well, I guess you love your old Uncle,” said Mr. John Hare, as he looked at the precious stones. “To-day’s my birthday. How did you remember?”
For answer the little bunny just hugged his nice old uncle.
POOR LADY LOVE
Parson Crow sat on his tree,
Early one spring morning;
And his voice was hoarse as he said, “Caw, caw.”
And he was sleepily yawning.