"Oh, this will be just fine for me!" exclaimed the rabbit, as he hopped
inside the stone cave. "I'll go to sleep here."
So he stretched out on a pile of leaves, and the little yellow bird began
to sing a sleepy song. This is how it went, to the tune "Lum-tum-tum
tiddily-iddily-um:"
"Sleep, Uncle Wiggily, sleep.
Don't open your eyes to peep.
I'll sing you a song,
That's not very long.
It's not sad, so please do not weep."
Well, as true as I'm telling you, before she had sung more than
forty-'leven verses the old gentleman rabbit was fast, fast asleep, and,
no matter how hot the sun shone down, Uncle Wiggily was nice and cool.
Well, pretty soon, in a little while, a savage, bad hawk-bird flew down
from high in the air, where he had seen the little yellow bird sitting on
the tree, near the cave, where the rabbit was sleeping. And the hawk made
a dash for the yellow bird, and would have eaten her up only the bird flew
quickly away and hid in a hollow stump, and that hawk was so mad that he
bit a leaf off a tree and tore it into three pieces--the leaf, I mean, not
the tree.
Well, after that the yellow bird didn't dare stay near the cave, for the
hawk was on the watch to catch her, and, of course, Uncle Wiggily had no
one to awaken him when it was cool enough for him to travel on and seek
his fortune.
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