We are content ’neath our willow tent
To sing as the day goes by.”
“When will your little birds learn to fly?” asked the curious bunny boy rabbit.
“As soon as their wings are strong and well feathered,” answered the pretty lady bird mother. “It won’t be long.”
“Ker dunk, ker dunk!” croaked Granddaddy Bullfrog.
“Don’t you like cabbage leaf cigars?” asked the little bunny boy, as the old gentleman frog wiped a tear from his left eye.
“Not so bad,” he answered. “But I can’t catch flies and smoke at the same time!”
Just then along came a buzzy bluebottle fly. Out dropped the cabbage leaf cigar as Granddaddy Bullfrog opened his mouth. Sputter, sputter! and the big cigar floated away, frightening Taddy Tadpole almost to death.
“Don’t you ever start smoking,” advised the old gentleman frog. “Cabbage is good to eat, but it makes poor cigars.”
“I never will,” answered the little bunny boy. “Mother doesn’t like it.”