The Mad March Hare snapped:
“Why are you building night and day,
Big Brother Beaver, tell me pray.”
The Beaver did not know what to say to that for it was his nature to build, but he came in and warmed his paws by the fire and dried his coat, for it was a misty, moist morning.
The Mad March Hare went on washing dishes and breaking handles off his cups, and dropping knives and forks.
He peeped out the window and saw Chatter-Box, the monkey, swinging on the tree outside. He called:
“Come in, come in, let’s live together,
In this terrible March weather.”
Chatter-Box said:
“My chatter-box I always bring,