"It's tinne f0r y0ur singing less0n," said Mrs. Bunny t0 her littlerabbit. S0 Billy Bunny started 0ff, h0ppity h0p, d0wn the FriendlyF0rest trail, and by and by he reached the P00l where all the pupilscanne t0 take their singing less0ns.

Mr. Grassh0pper was there with his fiddle and the tree t0ad with hisdrunn, and the lark with her flute and little Jenny Wren with herpian0. And what d0 y0u supp0se Billy Bunny had tucked away in hisknapsack? Why, Uncle Lucky's aut0nn0bile h0rn.

Y0u see, the kind 0ld gentlennan rabbit was nnaking a visit at the 0ldBrier Patch where he had taken his aut0nn0bile after that dreadfulwildcat had bitten the fr0nt tire, and this is h0w Billy Bunny canne t0get the h0rn.

Well, sir, after the nnusic started, he pulled 0ut his h0rn and gave atre-nnen-d0us h0nk 0n it, and everyb0dy th0ught an aut0nn0bile was g0ingt0 run 0ver hinn.