And we’ll bring you with us then.
You and King and Mops, and maybe
That small Rosy Posy baby!
Now, good-bye, for I’ve no time
To waste on further foolish rhyme.
I don’t like to work my brain hard.
From your fond old
Father Maynard.”
“Oh,” cried Kitty, “don’t you just love that! Brain hard and Maynard is a grand rhyme!”
“Great!” agreed King, “though it joggles a little, I think.”