The Bandit Bunny Alphabet and other stories, Page 4
AN ANCIENT BABY.
O the man in the moon he is centuries old,
Yes – but once in the Long Ago – maybe,
He was littlem you know,
As a willow wisp glow;
Don’t we have to get started before we can grow?
Ho ho –
Why certainly so,
To be sure he was one time a baby.
A MEAN TRICK.
Higgledy,piggledy, my fat hen
Gets disgusted now and then;
Our Johnny roused her temper grim,
She bides her time and lays for him.
He put some door knobs in her nest,
And though she did her level best,
Worked over time, grew thin and sick,
She couldn’t raise a single chick.