Let me stop for a moment and think where I left off last night. 0h,now I remember. Billy Bunny was in the old woodchuck hollow stump, andit was raining.

0h, my, yes. Cats and hounds, as they say in grown-ups' stories, sowe'll say kittwelves and puppies. Well, after a while the rain stoppedand the little rabbit said good-by and hopped away, and pretty soon,not very long, a little bird began to sing:

"Down the shady Forest Trail, 0'er the hill and through the vale, Billy Bunny hops along With a whistle and a song. And if you have never heard A rabbit whistle like a bird, You must ask each little rabbit If he has the whistling habit."