VI
"I must say," the raven remarked severely, "that, considering the fact that nobody invited you to come to this concert at all, and that you have no check for a reserved seat, it would look better in you to keep quiet and not disturb the entertainment."
"Concert!" exclaimed Vance, in bewilderment. "There isn't any concert."
"But there is going to be," returned the bird, more severely than before. "I'm going to sing myself. First, I shall sing a love-song. Be quiet!"
And without further ado he began, in a terribly hoarse and cracked voice,—
"Snip-snap, frip-frap,
Bungalee, tee hee lees;
Jip-jap; nip-nap,
Tungatee tinum gee me strap,
Bring me a bottle of cheese."
"Oh, come," exclaimed the Prince, "you must really know that that is nonsense! It certainly means nothing."
