Oh, how I love a rabbit stew,
I love it most as well as you,”
wrote sly Old Danny Fox on the Valentine he sent to the big fat hen at the Farmyard. She was so pleased the next morning, thinking that Cocky Doodle had sent it, that she called him over to her nest to show him the nice white egg she had laid on St. Valentine’s Day. Of course he didn’t know she thought he had sent the valentine, so off he went to the Three-in-One Cent Store to buy her one, all covered with lace and gold hearts.
As he passed Uncle Lucky’s white house on the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Carrot Street he heard the old gentleman rabbit calling from the window to the Yellow Dog Tramp, who took care of the Luckymobile in the winter time:
“Come here, you good old yellow dog,
And see my valentine.
It makes me feel quite young again
Although I’m fifty-nine.”
“Who sent it?” asked the Yellow Dog Tramp.
“Goodness gracious meebus! How do I know?” answered excited Uncle Lucky. “You never know who sends a valentine.”