Away went Little Jack Rabbit, clipperty clip, lipperty lip! No, he didn’t, either. He went slipperty slip! Slipperty slip! Just like that, only faster.
“I’ll catch you yet,” growled Danny Fox.
“Not yet,” gasped the little bunny boy.
“Pretty soon,” whined the old fox.
“Never and never,” replied the bunny boy bravely. “Mother shan’t lose her little rabbit, not if I can help it!” and away he went, faster than before, and lots faster than behind. And in less time than I can take to tell it he was safely over the little picket fence around the dear Old Bramble Patch. You see, he couldn’t wait to unlatch the gate, but gave a hop-tee-idy right over it. The next minute Lady Love had pulled him in and slammed the kitchen door.
“Safe at home in mother’s arms!
That’s the place to be.
Warm and cuddley, mother’s breast,
Like a pretty downy nest,”
sang the Canary Bird. Then Little Miss Cricket chirped and the Three Grasshoppers fiddled pretty music.