THE RABBIT.
Reading edition
The moon is shining o'er the field, A little breeze is blowing, The radish leaves are crisp and green, The lettuces are growing. The owl is in the ivy-bush, With both his eyes a-winking; The rabbit shakes his little tail, And sits him down a-thinking— "Oh! where are all the dormice gone? And are the frogs a-wooing? Will no one come to play with me? What are they all a-doing?" Poor little rabbit, all alone, Don't let the master meet you; He'll shoot you with his little gun, And merrily he'll eat you!