Or twitters in the Shady tree,
For God has made them to be free.
Oh, never harm four-footed folk;
Nor play on them an unkind joke
For God has made them, one and all,
From tiny ant to giraffe tall.”
Now who do you suppose sang this song? Even dear Uncle Lucky didn’t know. As the voice seemed to come through the open window of the old gentleman rabbit’s little white house, in he hopped to find out. And what do you suppose he discovered? Why, the graphophone playing away all by itself. Wasn’t that wonderful? Well, I just guess it was. But then there are lots of wonderful things now-a-days. Ships that fly through the air and under the water and little boys and girls who are growing up to be kind-hearted men and women.
BUNNY TALE 23
THE RAGGED RABBIT GIANT
Oh, lovely roses come in June,
The Bubbling Brook has learned a tune,