“Do you know, I think the twenty-third verse is the best of the lot,” said the Laziest Beaver. “Don’t you?”—appealing to Buddie.
“Why—I like them all,” she answered, much bewildered; and she pinched herself to make certain she was wide awake. “For,” she said to herself, “I must have fallen asleep and dreamed about the Rabbit and the Guinea-Pig. Have you sung twenty-three verses?” she asked the Yellow Dog.
“I’m just beginning the thirty-seventh,” he replied. “If you’re tired of the song I’ll stop.”
“Oh no; do go on!” cried Buddie. “But, you see, I lost count. Not that it matters a bit,” she added to herself; “one verse sounds just like another.”
Nobody Knows.
Not too fast. Music by EMMA BONNER TAYLOR.
Why a peach or a plum has of seeds only one,
While a fig has a thousand, we know;