While, as for those others in that congregation,
You heard voices lifted in sore lamentation;
But three-year-old Baby desired explanation:
At least, so it seemed. Then they buried their dead
In a nice quiet place, with a flag at his head;
“Poor Bunny!”—in large print—was what the flag said.
Now, as they were shovelling the earth in the hole,
Little Baby burst out, “I don’t like it!”—poor soul!
And bitterly wept. So the dead had his dole.
That evening, as Babe she was cuddling to bed,