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BUNNY, Bunny,
Go away,
Come again
Another day.
Dolly’s crying;
She’s afraid!
See the trouble
You have made!
There’s a darling,
Bunny, go,
For my shoes
Are off, you know,
And your funny
Wiggling nose
Will be nibbling
At my toes.
[Illustration]
You have spoiled your snowy dress;
You have soiled your toes, I guess.
Bunny, Bunny, go away,
Come again another day.
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“SING IT.”
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WHEN I was a little boy I used to play with my brother and sister under
the window where mother sat knitting. She rarely looked out, but the
moment we got angry she always seemed to know, and her kind and gentle
voice would come through the window, saying, “Sing it, children! Sing
it.”
Once I remember we were playing marbles, and I shouted out to my
brother:
“You cheated!”
“I didn’t!”
“You did!”
“Sing it, children, sing it!”
We were silent.
“Sing it, children!”
We continued silent. We couldn’t sing it. We began to feel ashamed.
Then came the sweet voice, the sweetest but one I ever heard, singing to
the tune of “O, How I Love Jesus” the words:
“O Willie, you cheated!
O Willie, you cheated!
O Willie, you cheated!
But I didn’t cheat you!”
It sounded so ridiculous we all burst out laughing.
You cannot sing when you are angry; you cannot sing when you are mean;
you cannot sing when you are scared. In other words, you cannot sing
unless you feel in some degree faith, or hope, or charity.
I think of God as at the window of heaven. So long as he hears us
singing he knows we are filled with a sweet and lovely spirit.
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