Of a jolly old kite that used to fly
At the end of the string I was often swinging,
And I said to old earth, ‘Good-bye, good-bye!’”
“Good-bye, good-bye,” called a merry voice; and there in the path before the Runaway Bunny stood the Circus Bunny.
The Circus Bunny said:
“I’ll run along with you, if you don’t care;
I’m off for a trip to the county fair.”
“To whom were you saying good-bye?” asked the Runaway Bunny.
“I will answer that question when you tell me about the wonderful ride you had with the kite,” answered the Circus Bunny.
But the Runaway Bunny had already forgotten about the kite and could think of nothing but the fair. He was delighted to have company on the way; and he remarked: