ALICE'S BUNNY.

Would you hear about my bunny, All his little ways so funny? First of all, then, you must know, He has coat as white as snow, Staring eyes of pink so pale, And a tiny, dumpy tail. Once, he had a pretty mate, But she met a cruel fate. Now quite by himself he stays, And contented spends his days. He runs about the nursery floor, The chairs and table clambers o'er, And nestles down upon my lap Beside the cat, to take a nap; And once, when I was in disgrace, He licked the tear-drops from my face. Now, don't you think my little bunny Must be kind as well as funny?