“Hush, little rabbit, go to sleep.
Up in the sky the pretty stars peep;
Down in the meadows the clover tops
Are winking away at the lollypops,”
sang Lady Love, as she rocked the cradle in which lay Little Jack Rabbit.
Out in the kitchen Old Mrs. Bunny, who had come over for the day, was baking cabbage cake and Mr. Rabbit was reading in the Bunnybridge Bugle a story about the new baby rabbit in the Old Bramble Patch.
“Look, mother!” cried the proud rabbit father, turning the paper toward the good lady bunny.
“Well, I declare!” she exclaimed. “There’s his picture as sure as I’m a grandmother and you’re my son.”
Yes, sir! On the front page was a picture of Little Jack Rabbit, and underneath, in big purple letters:
“A new arrival at the Old Bramble Patch. Lady Love has a baby boy bunny. Carrot City, Bunnybridge, Lettucemere and Turnip City papers please copy.”