I'm sorry, but Billy Bunny threw away the pill box after the donkey was
cured, so I can't tell you the name of those little sugar coated pills,
but if you call up Dr. Quack, one, two, three, down goes she, I'm sure
he will prescribe for you over the wire, and perhaps then you won't have
to take any medicine at all.
Well, it's time now to tell about Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky
Lefthindfoot, his dear, kind, generous rabbit uncle.
"I'm never going to give anybody any medicine as long as I live," said
the old gentleman rabbit, taking out his blue polka-dot handkerchief and
wiping his spectacles and then the back of his neck and the tip of his
nose.
"You never even get thanked for it." And then Uncle Lucky put his
handkerchief on his nose and his spectacles in his pocket. Oh, dear me!
I mean he did just what I didn't say he did, and after that he climbed
into the Luckymobile beside Billy Bunny and drove away.
"Hip hurrah! Hip hurray!
I'm going to join the colors to-day.
Maybe I'll be a soldier gay,
Or a sailor boy on the ocean spray.
It all depends what they're going to say
When I tell them I want to join the fray."
"Who's singing?" asked Uncle Lucky, holding his right paw behind his
left ear and wiggling his nose up and down and sideways so fast that it
made a little fly dizzy to look at it. And just then they came across a
Billy Goat standing outside a tent dressed in khaki with a gun over his
shoulder.
"Halt! Who goes there?" cried the sentry. "Halt!" and of course Uncle
Lucky put on the brakes and made the Luckymobile stop right then and
there.
"Friend or foe?" asked the sentry, looking into the automobile and
lifting the cushions off the seats and opening the cabaret and lighting
the lamps and honking the horn, and, oh, dear me! doing anything and
everything he could to annoy good, kind Uncle Lucky.
"What do you think we are?" asked Billy Bunny. "We are U. S. A. Bunnies.
Don't you make any mistake about that!"
"I beg your pardon," said the sentry, saluting the two rabbits most
respectfully, "I only wanted to make sure. These are war times, you
know, and we must be on the lookout every minute of the day and every
second of the night!"
And then he saluted again and turned away. And then, all of a sudden,
the band began playing, but it must have been off in the woods,
somewhere, for the little bunnies couldn't see it.
Hurrah for Uncle Samuel,
King of the U. S. A.
Three cheers for the Blue,
And the Red and White, too,
And the Silver Stars, I say.
And here's to the sailor lad in blue
And the soldier boy in brown,
From the farm and the mine,
And the big steel mills,
Or the little old home town.