He said, “Grandmother Bun, what a fine pantry you have!” and “Grandfather Bun, what a fine garden you have! Will you take me riding in your wheelbarrow?”
When evening came he and his grandparents popped corn. And when it was bedtime the Runaway Bunny opened his traveling bag and brought out a brand new nightcap for Old Mother Bun and a brand new pipe for Old Father Bun.
They said:
“We love you so, we’ll keep you, honey.
Please say you’ll live with us, little Bunny.”
The Runaway Bunny coughed politely and took his little brown traveling bag and went pitter, patter, clitter, clatter, upstairs.
He put on his little white nightcap and night robe.
“Tucked him up snug and warm”