“Have you polished the doorknob clean and bright,
And brought in the kindling wood?
I think I hear the canary bird
Crying for breakfast food,”
she said, as her bunny boy hopped up to the kitchen door.
“Dear, oh, dear!” answered the truthful little rabbit, “I forgot all about her. But I filled the woodbox and polished the doorknob, Mother dear.”
“Give me the watering can,” said the kind Old Red Rooster. “You attend to Little Miss Canary.
She’s a pretty little fellow
In her feather dress of yellow,
And she sings so clear and sweet