Perhaps I’ve made a mistake, or Professor Jim Crow has, for this is not Mother Goose Land.
“Haven’t you made a mistake?” asked Little Jack Rabbit as the old crow started to read a lesson on fishing.
“Well, I declare,” he answered. “Maybe I’m getting old. I’ve turned to the wrong place.” And then he opened the book at page 23 and read:
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,
The Motorman is my papa,
And while he shows the greatest care
My mother rings up every fare.”
“Ha, ha,” laughed Little Jack Rabbit. “The Rabbitville trolley cars have lady bunny conductors,” and off he hopped to take a ride, for he had five carrot cents in his knapsack.
Well, just as he reached Rabbitville a trolley car came by, so he held up his striped candy cane and the motorman put on the brakes, and then the little rabbit hopped on board and the lady bunny conductor rang the bell three times and a half and away they went to Bunnybridge, just over Clover River.
“Hello!” said a voice as the little rabbit sat down, and there in the middle of the car sat Squirrel Nutcracker. He was reading the Chestnut Times and laughing over Miss Hazel Nut’s jokes.