Monday, April 11, 2016

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Eleven

Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits.

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind,

and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a comer,

"Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" She was close behind it when she turned the comer, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen:

I had nuffin',
No, I hadn't got nuffin',
So I didn't go down
To the market square;
But I walked on the common,
The old-gold common...
And I saw little rabbits
'Most everywhere!

So I'm sorry for the people who sell fine saucepans,
I'm sorry for the people who sell fresh mackerel,
I'm sorry for the people who sell sweet lavender,
'Cos they haven't got a rabbit, not anywhere there!

5 comments:

Alica said...

Wun, wabbit, wun!!

joeh said...

Is there anyone who doesn't like rabbits? OK, besides farmers.

Val said...

Foo Foo? Is that you?

Eileen B said...

Val: As a matter of fact, he appeared to be looking for field mice.

Terry and Linda said...

A BUNNY! A BUNNY! I love bunnies!

Boomer the beagle

Linda