Wake up, wake up! It’s morning now,
The Farmer is milking the little black cow,
The Rooster is blowing his shiny tin horn
And Billy Breeze’s whistling a tune in the corn.
Goodness me! Up jumped Little Jack Rabbit. You remember that the tired little bunny boy had been too sleepy to hop upstairs after playing a game of pinochle with Uncle John Hare, and had fallen asleep in a big arm chair for the night. That’s where we left him, and now we find him wide awake.
“Hurry up, the buckwheat cake
Is sizzling hot upon your plate.
If you don’t hurry Mrs. Mouse
May take it to her tiny house,”
quacked Mrs. Daisy Duck, the old gentleman hare’s housekeeper.