“I can’t eat bats, though you think it funny;
I am a peculiar Runaway Bunny.”
He went on hippety-hop, hippety-hop, until he met Old Brother Bear, who offered him a taste of honey.
Now Old Brother Bear loved honey. So he was relieved when the Runaway Bunny replied:
“I can’t eat honey, though you think it funny;
I am a peculiar Runaway Bunny.”
He went on his way, singing about Old Mother Bun’s coffee and rolls and doughnuts.
He sang:
“Oh, the best things to eat for a Bunny on the run
Are the rolls and the doughnuts of our Grandmother Bun.”