“It’s growing cold! I must turn up my coat collar,” said Little Jack Rabbit, hopping out on the Sunny Meadow. He had just finished polishing the front doorknob and maybe his little pink nose was pinker than usual. Maybe Jack Frost had pinched it when the little bunny boy wasn’t looking.
It certainly was cold out on the Sunny Meadow! Billy Breeze was romping over the frosty grass, bending the leafless bushes and trees.
Turkey Tim strutted about the Old Barnyard, spreading his big tail like a Japanese fan.
“Although the sky is clear and blue,
Oh, dear me and oh, dear you!
How cold and chilly Billy Breeze.
He makes me shiver at the knees!”
sang Cocky Doodle trying to pull down his feather knickerbockers. But he couldn’t. Neither could he pull up his feather stockings. Dear me! again. Wasn’t that too bad? Well, I should say so, although I’ve seen lots of little boys and girls with bare legs in the winter time.
“Bow wow!” went Old Sic’em, the farmer’s dog, tugging at his chain, as Little Jack Rabbit hopped around the Big Red Barn.
“Bow, wow, wow!