Old Mother Bun said,
“Hurry up, Bunnies, as like as not,
Your oat-meal will get too hot.”
The Bunnies laughed and,
Hippety-hop with never a care,
They came dancing down the stairs.
They said ‘Good Morning’ to Old Father and Mother Bun and began to eat breakfast.
At this very minute the Postman came “pitter, patter, rap-a-tap,” and left some letters in the mail-box; among them was a certain pink envelope addressed to Old Father Bun.
Pretty Bunny went to get the letters and came dancing in, handing them to Old Father Bun.
As luck would have it, Old Father Bun took up the pink envelope first and looked at it closely through his horn-rimmed spectacles.