Once A Rabbit Crossed My Road When I Went To See My Aunt; And Another Time A Toad Hopped Right In My Way. You Can't Kill Toads, For That Makes It Rain, And Would Spoil Your Day Again. But The Rabbit If I Could I'd Have Killed Him. For One Day Once A Boy He Told Me, "Should A Wild Rabbit Cross Your Way, Look Out For Bad Luck That Is, If Your Fingers Ain'T Cross-Criss." But If I Had Shot Him Dead I'd Not Been Unlucky; No; And Not Fallen Out Of Bed That Same Night; Or Stumped My Toe Playing"I Spy"; Nor The String Broken When I Went To Swing. Talk About Bad Luck! I Guess That Old Rabbit Brought It. Well; Maudie Had On Her New Dress, And I Pushed Her, And She Fell In A Creek-Hole, Where You're Bound To Get Wet So Maudie Found. I I Pulled Her Out That Is, Buddie Helped Me. Bud'S A Boy Who Was Fishing There. And Liz, Maud'S Old Nurse, She Took My Toy, My Toy-Whip, And She Was Mad Whipped My Legs And Called Me Bad. Then She Said Maud Might Have Drowned; And The Creek Was Full Of"Dumb Pollywogs And Snakes "; A Sound Whipping Just Might Help Me Some: Maybe Maud Would Catch A Cold And My Mother Should Be Told. No, Sir. I Don't Want To See Any Rabbits Anyways Cross My Road. Why, Gemenie! (That's A Swear-Word Maudie Says) If I Saw One Only One, I Would Turn And Run And Run.
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