Con­clud­ing the last part of our series on car­toon rab­bits that have failed at achiev­ing fame, we have Bitsy. Poor, poor, poor Bitsy. At least some­one remem­bers him. I wrote a poem about him.

Lit­tle tiny Bitsy.
So lit­tle and tiny.
So lit­tle and cute.

Bitsy didn’t have to pay for any­thing
when he turned on the tears.
Bitsy knew how to play peo­ple
and make them sorry they ever laughed
at Bitsy.

Bitsy knew where they kept
the farm tools,
Bitsy knew which ones were sharp.
Bitsy was lit­tle and tiny
and the police never could
find him.