“If you do,” said she, “I’ll tell the Bunnyville Regiment and they’ll hang you.” And when Mr. Wicked Wolf heard that, he ran away as fast as he could.
“Dearie me,” said poor frightened Lady Love, “times are dreadful.” And she hurried home as fast as she could hop to put the new tea kettle on to boil for supper.
And if the tea caddy doesn’t put golf balls in the new tea pot when Lady Love isn’t looking, I’ll tell you in the next story about Timmy Meadowmouse.
MR. MERRY SUN
Little Timmy Meadowmouse,
Has a round ball for a house.
It’s made of nicely woven grass,
But it hasn’t a window pane of glass.
“Hello,” he said, as Little Jack Rabbit stopped to look at a daisy. “How are you this lovely day?”
“I’m going down to the Old Duck Pond to ask Granddaddy Bullfrog something,” answered the little rabbit.