“Wait a minute,” exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, poking his head out of the window. “Oh, it’s you, is it?” he exclaimed, spying the old red rooster. “You’ll find the rake in the barn. Start right in to clean up the lawn. I’ll be out in a minute or three as soon as Miss Mousie has made the coffee.”
By and by when the Old Red Rooster had raked up a pile of leaves almost as high as the spur on his right leg, he sat down to rest. All of a sudden who should come limping along on three legs but Danny Fox.
“Oh, ho!” laughed the Old Red Rooster, although he never would have so much as smiled had Danny Fox been walking on four legs, let me tell you. Oh, my no!
“What’s that?” asked Danny Fox, angrily.
“Oh, ho!” repeated the Old Red Rooster, with a loud crow;
“Oh, Danny Fox has but three legs,
He he, ha ha, ho ho!
He walks as fast as a Messenger Boy
And maybe twice as slow.
He’d not catch me if I were tied