Then away drove the old gentleman bunny. Pretty soon they came to the Farmyard.
“Bow, wow!” barked Old Sic’em, the farmer’s dog.
“Come here, I want to whisper in your ear,” said the old gentleman rabbit, leaning out of the Luckymobile.
“Look out for Danny Fox to-night,
He’s coming here when the moon is bright
To steal a chicken for a stew,
So catch him by his curlicue,”
he whispered to the old watch-dog as he stood on his tip toes.
“Where is his curlicue?” asked Old Sic’em.
“Oh, I mean his bushy tail,” laughed Uncle Lucky, “but as tail doesn’t always rime in poetry I said “cue” instead.”