But though he is greed-y, his faults are but few,
He is lov-ing and hon-est, de-vo-ted and true.
If our two-foot-ed friends were as faith-ful as he
Ve-ry for-tu-nate peo-ple I think we should be.
TIC-TAC-TOO.
Tic-tac-too was a little boy; he was exactly three years old, and the youngest in the family; so, of course, he was the king. His real name was Alec; but he was always known in the household, and among his wide circle of friends generally, as Tic-tac-too. There was a little story to account for this, and it is that story which I am now going to tell.
There are very few children who do not know the funny old nursery rhyme of “Tic-tac-too;” it is an old-fashioned rhyme, and in great vogue amongst nurses. Of course Alec enjoyed it, and liked to have his toes pulled, and the queer words said to him. But that is not the story; for it is one thing to like a nursery rhyme very much, and another to be called by the name of that rhyme, and nothing else.
Now, please, listen to the story.