"Here with two girls we play, but one Far off, across the fields has run." The rabbit witch went hurrying out To see what they could be about. There no Eliza could she find But only clothes she'd left behind.

Quick after her the old witch ran;— Haste, haste, make haste, Eliza Ann! Her own dear home was reached at last; The door was shut, the latch made fast.

But young Eliza had been taught A lesson as her mother thought: Henceforth she was so sweet and mild All loved to be with such a child.