LITTLE JACK RABBIT ANDMR. WICKED WOLF
LITTLE JACK RABBIT ANDMR. WICKED WOLF
The little fir tree in the woodAll through the year has been so good,That now the winter time is hereAnd Xmas day so very near,The birds have chosen it to beA happy little Xmas tree.
The little fir tree in the woodAll through the year has been so good,That now the winter time is hereAnd Xmas day so very near,The birds have chosen it to beA happy little Xmas tree.
The little fir tree in the woodAll through the year has been so good,That now the winter time is hereAnd Xmas day so very near,The birds have chosen it to beA happy little Xmas tree.
The little fir tree in the wood
All through the year has been so good,
That now the winter time is here
And Xmas day so very near,
The birds have chosen it to be
A happy little Xmas tree.
“Littlerabbit,” said Professor Jim Crow as he opened his little Wisdom Book, “let me read you something, for this is the season of good cheer and happy hearts and Xmas stockings and cranberry tarts.” And then that wise old bird turned to page 23 and began:
“When you hang up your stockingAlong the chimney placeIn hope that Santa Claus will fillUp every little space,Oh, don’t forget the beggar childWho wanders on the street,And looks with longing eyes uponThe window’s Xmas treat.”
“When you hang up your stockingAlong the chimney placeIn hope that Santa Claus will fillUp every little space,Oh, don’t forget the beggar childWho wanders on the street,And looks with longing eyes uponThe window’s Xmas treat.”
“When you hang up your stockingAlong the chimney placeIn hope that Santa Claus will fillUp every little space,Oh, don’t forget the beggar childWho wanders on the street,And looks with longing eyes uponThe window’s Xmas treat.”
“When you hang up your stocking
Along the chimney place
In hope that Santa Claus will fill
Up every little space,
Oh, don’t forget the beggar child
Who wanders on the street,
And looks with longing eyes upon
The window’s Xmas treat.”
“Do you suppose he’d like some of my last year’s toys?” asked Little Jack Rabbit.
“Of course he would,” answered Professor Jim Crow, and he smiled to himself as he shut his book, for he knew he had sowed a good seed for a kindly deed in the little rabbit’s heart. And then that old black bird flew away, and Little Jack Rabbit hopped home to the Old Bramble Patch and up to his little room. And after he had looked over all his toys he packed some in a box and took them downstairs.
“Mother, I’m going to the village to see the little ragged bunny boy.”
“What for?” asked Lady Love. And if you haven’t guessed what, I’ll tell you. He was going to give that little ragged rabbit boy the toys so that he would have a merry Xmas, too.
“Look out for Mr. Wicked Wolf,” said Lady Love, and then she gave the little bunny a lollypop and kissed him good-by, and after that away he hopped, and by and by, after a while, he came to a shabby little house near Rabbitville. So he knocked on the door and pretty soon it opened and there stood the little ragged rabbit’s mother.
“Here are some Xmas presents,” said the little bunny. “They are my last year’s best toys, but I want your little ragged rabbit to have a happy Xmas.” And then he hoppedaway as fast as he could, for he was afraid the rabbit lady was going to cry. And maybe she did, for sometimes people cry when they are happy, although I never heard of their laughing when they were sad.