“Fine potatoes are a treat
On Thanksgiving, if they’re sweet.”
The Runaway Bunny threw his little red cap up in the air, shouting, “Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes!”
“He pared them and cut them up”
So, leaving his turkey and pie, he ran hippety-hop to the grocer’s and bought sweet potatoes and took them home. He pared them and cut them up. He pared some carrots, too. Then he put them all on to cook.
He sang:
“I’m the Runaway Bunny; I talk in rhyme;
It is lucky I started out on time.”
The basket spoke again and said: