One morning, oh, so early,
When the dew shone on the grass
And the Mill Pond lay so quiet
It seemed a looking glass,
Little Jack Rabbit hopped up the Winding Trail in the Shady Forest to the Forest Pool, in which Busy Beaver had a nice bungalow.
Of course this little hairy swimmer was at home. Yes, indeed. There he sat on the bank, looking here and looking there, just as if he hadn’t a single care.
“Hello!” shouted the little bunny boy rabbit.
“Well, I’m glad to see you,” answered Busy Beaver. “It’s a long time since you’ve made a call.”
“So it is,” replied the little rabbit, “but you’re not the only busy person in the world.”
“I’m not busy just now. You see, I work on my new building at night,” and Busy Beaver flapped the water with his long flat tail.