“What shall we do now?”
“Let’s have one more lollypop and one more song,” answered the little rabbit.
“Dear, dear, dearest me! I must climb up the Lollypop Tree!” sighed the Big Brown Bear. But he was so kind and he was so good that up he went, until at last he came to the row where the beautiful, luscious lollypops grow.
“Do you want that yellow one?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, I do, and that red one, too,” shouted the little rabbit, “and that orange one will be good for you.”
Picking them off the branches with his furry paw, the Big Brown Bear slipped them in his pocket and, scrambling down to the ground, walked over to the big wooden bench. The little rabbit followed close at his heels and, jumping up beside him, peeked into the good-natured animal’s pocket.
“My, what a hungry little bunny,” laughed the Big Brown Bear, pulling out the lollypops. Then, holding up the orange colored one in his right paw, he waited for the little bunny boy.
“Hip, Hip, Hurray,
I lick a lollypop every day,”
they shouted all over again; and not until the lollypops were all gone did the little rabbit suddenly remember the errand for his mother.