"Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old Nanny Goat;
I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring-a-ting, tang,
And a ring-a-ting, tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!"
"Who's that?" whispered Puss, Junior. But he needn't have asked the question, for just then a man dressed all in skins came toward them.
"Friends or enemies?" he asked.
"Friends!" cried Puss, Junior.
"Friends!" screamed Tom Thumb.
"Welcome, then, to my island. I am Robinson Crusoe!"
Puss and Tom were too amazed to answer for a few minutes. Then Puss, Junior, stretched out his right paw, saying: "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Crusoe."
"And so am I," said little Tom Thumb, standing on tiptoe and reaching up his hand.
"Well, you're certainly as welcome as the flowers in May," said Robinson Crusoe. "Visitors are few and far between. Come with me to my house."