“I’ve had troubles all my life;
In your mouth I don’t belong;
Tell it in rhyme, tell it in song.”
Pretty Bunny used her knife to cut butter with, which was perfectly proper, and she ate her food neatly with her fork and spoon. Then a new voice piped up,
“I will teach a lesson very soon,
Eat from the side of your spoon.”
The spoon went on telling about some people who will take soup the wrong way, putting the point of the spoon into the mouth instead of sipping it from the side.
Pretty Bunny twisted round a good deal in her chair until the chair said,
“You’re a restless Bunny, I declare;
Try to sit still in your chair.”