Now, I wonder next who will be invited to the Circus. Listen, and you shall hear, for the little bunny has just hopped around the Big Haystack.
“Mrs. Cow, won’t you come to the circus?”
“Where is it?” enquired that nice lady cow, whipping her tail to and fro to scare away the flies. “I can’t go far for my little baby calf needs me ’most all the time.”
“At Turnip City,” answered Little Jack Rabbit.
“Oh, dear! You must excuse me,” replied Mrs. Cow. “That’s too far away. I’ll wait for Uncle Lucky’s Circus to come to Rabbitville. But thank you, just the same.”
“Now, who else?” thought the little bunny, when, all of a sudden, he spied Turkey Tim.
“Won’t you come to my circus party?”
“Yes, indeed,” answered the big turkey gobbler. “What time, and where, and how?”
“To-morrow morning at seven o’clock we all go in the Billy Goat Stage Coach. Be on time at the Old Bramble Patch,” and away hopped Little Jack Rabbit, his long ears catching the turkey gobbler’s poetry answer:
“I’ll be there before it’s seven,