Rabbit sitting on his broken-down doorstep with his arms folded and
fast asleep.

"At first she was very indignant, oh, very indignant, indeed! She
decided that Mr. Rabbit should be punished very severely. But as she
watched him sitting there, dreaming in the warm sunshine, her anger
began to melt away. The fact is, Old Mother Nature was like all the
rest of Mr. Rabbit's neighbors--she just couldn't help loving
happy-go-lucky Mr. Rabbit in spite of all his faults. With a long
stick she reached in and tickled the end of his nose.

"Mr. Rabbit sneezed, and this made him wake up. He yawned and blinked,
and then his eyes suddenly flew wide open with fright. He had
discovered Old Mother Nature frowning at him. She pointed a long
forefinger at him and said:

'In every single blessed day
There's time for work and time for play.
Who folds his arms with work undone
Doth cheat himself and spoil his fun.'

"'Hereafter, Mr. Rabbit, you and your children and your children's
children will never again be able to sit with folded arms until you or
they have learned to work.'

"And that is why Peter Rabbit cannot fold his arms and still lives in
a tumble-down house among the brambles," concluded Grandfather
Frog.