“Now be quiet, don’t you sneeze,
Smile a little if you please!
Smooth your feathers nice and trim,
You’ll look like your father Jim,”
sang Photographer Crane in a sing-song voice from under the big black cloth, which he had pulled over his head as Blackie Crow stood very stiff and very still on a big limb of the Tall Pine Tree. Then with a squeeze of the little rubber bulb the picture was taken. “How many do you want?” he asked, folding up the camera.
“Maybe a dozen,” replied Professor Crow. “Send your bill with them.”
“I won’t forget that,” chuckled the Picture Bird as he hurried along. Pretty soon he came to the Big Brown Bear’s Cozy Cave.
“Stop! Wait! Hey there!” shouted the Big Brown Bear, “I want my picture taken.”
“Can’t wait,” answered the nervous crane, “I’m on my way to the Old Bramble Patch.”
“It won’t take you a minute,” answered the Big Brown Bear. “Open up your picture box and take my photo.”