Santa Claus comes, I must not be late.”
Then, as she worked away busily she heard a great roaring and crying outside and a voice said:
“Hear the Mad March Hare roaring out of season,
I need a stocking, that is the reason!”
Old Mother Bear opened the door and invited the Mad March Hare in. He ran wildly about the room and tangled up her yarn and it was one hour and thirty-two minutes before Old Mother Bear could get him to sit down and dry his fur and whiskers.
He said:
“I am roaring this way because,
I’ve no stocking to hang up for Santa Claus.”
Old Mother Bear said:
“Just calm yourself and with me stay,