You’ve stolen the key to the elephant’s house.”
Well, sir! As soon as that mischievous old magpie heard that she looked in her little black vanity bag.
“Is this it?” she asked, holding up a big brass key.
“Let me try it,” answered the elephant, taking the key in the little finger on the end of his trunk and fitting it to the lock. But when he looked around Old Grandmother Magpie had flown away. Yes, sir, she hadn’t waited a minute. I guess she didn’t want him to point his little finger at her and say:
“You’re a thief, you’re a thief!
Better hide behind a leaf
Or take wing and fly away,
So you won’t hear people say;
‘You will have to go to jail
And wear a handcuff on your tail!’”