THE RABBITVILLE TROLLEY
Now, I think Little Jack Rabbit would have made Uncle John Hare a call if all of a sudden he hadn’t stopped to listen to Bobbie Redvest sing:
“Professor Jim Crow in his little Wisdom BookTells how to catch the fishes with a pin hook.So you, Simple Simon, with your mother’s pail,Listen to Professor Crow if you’d catch a whale.”
“Professor Jim Crow in his little Wisdom BookTells how to catch the fishes with a pin hook.So you, Simple Simon, with your mother’s pail,Listen to Professor Crow if you’d catch a whale.”
“Professor Jim Crow in his little Wisdom BookTells how to catch the fishes with a pin hook.So you, Simple Simon, with your mother’s pail,Listen to Professor Crow if you’d catch a whale.”
“Professor Jim Crow in his little Wisdom Book
Tells how to catch the fishes with a pin hook.
So you, Simple Simon, with your mother’s pail,
Listen to Professor Crow if you’d catch a whale.”
Perhaps I’ve made a mistake, or Professor Jim Crow has, for this is not Mother Goose Land.
“Haven’t you made a mistake?” asked Little Jack Rabbit as the old crow started to read a lesson on fishing.
“Well, I declare,” he answered. “Maybe I’m getting old. I’ve turned to the wrong place.” And then he opened the book at page 23 and read:
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,The Motorman is my papa,And while he shows the greatest careMy mother rings up every fare.”
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,The Motorman is my papa,And while he shows the greatest careMy mother rings up every fare.”
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,The Motorman is my papa,And while he shows the greatest careMy mother rings up every fare.”
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,
The Motorman is my papa,
And while he shows the greatest care
My mother rings up every fare.”
“Ha, ha,” laughed Little Jack Rabbit. “The Rabbitville trolley cars have lady bunny conductors,” and off he hopped to take a ride, for he had five carrot cents in his knapsack.
Well, just as he reached Rabbitville a trolley car came by, so he held up his striped candy cane and the motorman put on the brakes, and then the little rabbit hopped on board and the lady bunny conductor rang the bell three times and a halfand away they went to Bunnybridge, just over Clover River.
“Hello!” said a voice as the little rabbit sat down, and there in the middle of the car sat Squirrel Nutcracker. He was reading the Chestnut Times and laughing over Miss Hazel Nut’s jokes.
“Come over and sit by me,” said Old Squire Nutcracker. “Here’s something about your Uncle.” And then he started to read:
“Mr. John Hare has just repainted his house on the corner of Carrot Avenue and Cabbage Square. He says he must have his house nice and white so he can see it late at night.”
And then Squirrel Nutcracker laughed some more, and he laughed so hard that a hickory nut rolled out of his coat pocketand fell on the lady conductor’s little toe and made her dreadfully angry, for she thought Little Jack Rabbit had shot the nut out of his little popgun, you know.
And just then the trolley bell began to ring like everything. Maybe there was some one on the track.