"Thank you," said the little rabbit, and he hopped after the workmanmole until they came to an opening. And when the little rabbit gotoutside once more he found himself on a mossy bank where blossomed alovely bed of violets.

So he picked a bouquet for himself and stuck it inside his buttonhole, andafter that he hopped away singing a song. And if Robbie Redbreasthadn't heard it I never would have been able to tell it to you. Wasn'tit lucky that the little robin sang it to me this morning while I wasstill in bed? Because, if he hadn't, how would I have ever learned it?

0ver the clover and over the grass Hoppity, hop, I go; 0ver the leaves from the autumn trees And over the soft yellow snow, With a whistle and song I go hopping along, I'm Billy Bunny, you know.