The in the cornfield Are as yellow as can be,
And the apples, red and golden,
Are hanging on the tree,
The grapes in purple clusters
Are swinging on the vine,
And the old crow’s nest is empty
Upon the lonely pine.
 
“Ha, ha,” shouted Little Rabbit, as Billy Breeze blew across the Sunny Meadow, and, let me tell you, Billy Breeze was just a little bit , this cool November morning.
 
“I wonder what I’ll do,” thought the little rabbit, and he wiggled his little pink nose sideways, and then off he went, clipperty clip, lipperty lip, and by and by he came to an old hollow . So he in, and then, all of a sudden, a purring voice asked:
 
“What are you doing, Mr. Curious One?”
 
“Oh, I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” answered the little bunny. “I just wanted to see what was inside.”
 
“Well, I’ll show you,” answered the voice, and out popped a little black cat, with green eyes and a pink ribbon.
 
“Oh, it’s you, Miss ,” laughed the little rabbit. “I’m glad it wasn’t a bear or a wildcat,” and he laughed some more and wiggled his little pink nose just for fun, you understand.
 
“What are you doing out here?”
 
“Looking for mice,” answered the little black pussy.
 
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