The Rabbit

THE moon is shining over the field,

A little breeze is blowing,
The radish leaves are crisp and
green,
The lettuces are growing.

Tommys Stockings
TWO little maids went out one day,
And really it was shocking !
They met poor Tommy on the way,

The owl is in the ivy-bush,

With holes in either stocking.

With both his eyes a-winking ;

The rabbit shakes his little tail,

They sat down on a low stone seat,

And sits him down a-thinking--

And to and fro kept rocking,

While they knitted, swift and neat,

"Oh ! where are all the dormice

gone ?

Each of them a stocking.

And are the frogs a-vooing ?

Will no one come to play with me ?
What are they all a-doing ?"

And sweet they sang a little song,

The dickie-birds kept mocking ;
And Tommy wished that all day
long

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 !

They'd sit and knit a stocking.