“Do you sing that, too?” she asked.
“Yes; but you’ll have to get down,” the Donkey replied. “It’s very hard to sing with some one on your back,—though I have studied that method.”
Buddie slid down and handed the lute to the Donkey, who immediately began:
“A queer old land is the Land of Nod,
On the shore of Slumber Sea.
There every one is a sleepy-head,
And the onlywhere to go is Bed,
Where every one wants to be.
“Such queer old towns in the Land of Nod,
With names of the oddest sort—