The well in the wood

by Bert Leston Taylor

“Yes; do sing!” pleaded Buddie.

Thus encouraged, the Yellow Dog, who was really anxious to sing, cleared his throat with a preliminary,

Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow, Bow-wow,

and began, in a light and rather throaty, but, on the whole, pleasing voice:

“Why a peach or a plum has of seeds only one,

While a fig has a thousand, we know;

We know why a fire won’t burn in the sun,

And why you can’t boil melted snow;

We know why green peas—”