Old Mother Bun tucked him up snug and warm in bed, and Old Father Bun sang:
“Tra, la, la, la! To sing’s a habit.
Pleasant dreams, dear little Rabbit!”
When the little fellow was asleep, Old Mother Bun said:
“I hope he will stay a year and a day,
I think he forgot about running away.”
Old Father Bun remarked:
“If he stays through one night, all will be well,
But in Rabbit Land you never can tell.”
In the morning the Runaway Bunny was gone!