If it hadn’t closed down I’d be there yet.
“Hurrah!” shouted Little Jack Rabbit. “There’s the circus Queen!”
“Hurray!” shouted the Big Brown Bear, and the next minute he shouted it three times for the trained bear had begun to roller skate.
“The trained bear had begun to roller skate.”
Goodness me! How the Shady Forest Folk and the Sunny Meadow People enjoyed it all. Even Grandmother Magpie smiled and clapped her wings. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he hip-hurrayed until he grew so husky that he didn’t make a sound when he opened his mouth.
By and by, after a while, the show ended and Little Jack Rabbit’s Circus Party marched out and into the Billy Goat Stage Coach.
“Good-by, come again next year!” cried the big Policeman Dog on the street corner.
“Much obliged,” answered Uncle Lucky, waving his old wedding stovepipe hat. “We’ll be back inside a year, see you keep the crossing clear; let no taxi run us down when we come to Turnip Town.”
Then away rattled the stage coach, the two little billy goats prancing up Lettuce Avenue as gayly as you please.