“Dear me! He had gone only a little way, not so very far, when something went wrong with the Luckymobile. Dear me! again. By the time it was mended, Mr. Happy Sun was nearly ready for bed. At last, however, dear Uncle Lucky arrived at the Old Bramble Patch, with his old wedding stovepipe hat and blue silk polkadot handkerchief. Honking the horn maybe a million times, less or more, he hopped out and into the little kitchen where Lady Love and her bunny boy were eating supper.
“Have you got any clover top pie?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, hanging up his old wedding stovepipe hat.
Of course Lady Love had. She had everything that was good to eat, you may be sure.
As soon as the supper dishes were cleared away, the three little rabbits hopped into the sitting room to hear the victrola sing:
“Oh, early in the morning
Before the sun is high,
I love to hunt for cherries
In mother’s apple pie.
And if Old Mother Hubbard
Can’t find her dog a bone,