Colony of rabbits
Colony of rabbits
There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood;Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very goodExcept one little rabbit, who was so impoliteThat his mother had to scold him from morning until night.He never thought of waiting at meal-time for the rest,But always first began to eat, and tried to get the best.He would reach across the table, and sometimes, I must own,He even helped himself before his mother could sit down.Then how he interrupted, if a friend across the wayCame to call upon his mother, perhaps to spend the day.He would never walk behind her, in a nice, respectful way,But would rush right in, and never wait with what he had to say.He never would say “Thank you,” and scarcely ever “Please,”And when he wanted anything, he’d tease, and tease, and tease.He’d the rudest way of calling his mother to come down,And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.And these are only half the things this little rabbit did;He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid,Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride,And they’d look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was,He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, becauseHe was so rude nobody cared to have him within sight—To think of what a difference, had he but been polite.
There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood;Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very goodExcept one little rabbit, who was so impoliteThat his mother had to scold him from morning until night.He never thought of waiting at meal-time for the rest,But always first began to eat, and tried to get the best.He would reach across the table, and sometimes, I must own,He even helped himself before his mother could sit down.Then how he interrupted, if a friend across the wayCame to call upon his mother, perhaps to spend the day.He would never walk behind her, in a nice, respectful way,But would rush right in, and never wait with what he had to say.He never would say “Thank you,” and scarcely ever “Please,”And when he wanted anything, he’d tease, and tease, and tease.He’d the rudest way of calling his mother to come down,And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.And these are only half the things this little rabbit did;He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid,Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride,And they’d look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was,He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, becauseHe was so rude nobody cared to have him within sight—To think of what a difference, had he but been polite.
There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood;Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very goodExcept one little rabbit, who was so impoliteThat his mother had to scold him from morning until night.
There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood;
Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very good
Except one little rabbit, who was so impolite
That his mother had to scold him from morning until night.
He never thought of waiting at meal-time for the rest,But always first began to eat, and tried to get the best.He would reach across the table, and sometimes, I must own,He even helped himself before his mother could sit down.
He never thought of waiting at meal-time for the rest,
But always first began to eat, and tried to get the best.
He would reach across the table, and sometimes, I must own,
He even helped himself before his mother could sit down.
Then how he interrupted, if a friend across the wayCame to call upon his mother, perhaps to spend the day.He would never walk behind her, in a nice, respectful way,But would rush right in, and never wait with what he had to say.
Then how he interrupted, if a friend across the way
Came to call upon his mother, perhaps to spend the day.
He would never walk behind her, in a nice, respectful way,
But would rush right in, and never wait with what he had to say.
He never would say “Thank you,” and scarcely ever “Please,”And when he wanted anything, he’d tease, and tease, and tease.He’d the rudest way of calling his mother to come down,And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.
He never would say “Thank you,” and scarcely ever “Please,”
And when he wanted anything, he’d tease, and tease, and tease.
He’d the rudest way of calling his mother to come down,
And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.
And these are only half the things this little rabbit did;He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid,Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride,And they’d look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.
And these are only half the things this little rabbit did;
He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid,
Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride,
And they’d look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.
And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was,He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, becauseHe was so rude nobody cared to have him within sight—To think of what a difference, had he but been polite.
And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was,
He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, because
He was so rude nobody cared to have him within sight—
To think of what a difference, had he but been polite.