And said to himself, “There’s a way for me!”
He worked and he worked with might and main,
But no one knew the plan in his brain
He took ripe apples in pay for chores,
And carefully cut from them all the cores.
He filled a bag full, then wandered away,
And no man saw him for many a day.
With knapsack over his shoulder slung,
He marched along, and whistled or sung.
He seemed to roam with no object in view,