“Now I guess nobody’ll get in,” he said, seating himself by the pianola. All of a sudden it began to play;
“Oh, the Grizzly Bear is a dreadful beast,
His claws are sharp and long,
And he gives a tug and then a hug
While he sings a grizzly song;
“‘Oh, I’m the beast with the terrible hug,
G-r-r-r, g-r-r-r-r, G-R-R-R-R!
I can break a stone and crack a bone
And crumple a cracker jar!’”
“Goodness me!” shouted Uncle Lucky, hopping up. “It’s bad enough to have a Grizzly Bear call you on the ’phone, but to listen to a Grizzly Bear song on the pianola is too, too much,” and the dis-tract-ed old gentleman rabbit hopped upstairs to his bedroom and looked out of the window.