"You ask a Daddy-long-legs," said Zuzu.
"I beg pardon?" said the King. But just then, as Zuzu and Lulu happened to grasp the Enchanted Banjo, the latter began to tell the King how to find the cows—a thing which any child could have told him.
DADDY-LONG-LEGS
Ho, Mister Daddy-long-legs, it is queer
How much you know.
A very savage being you appear—
You are not, though.
With gentle grace and kindly bows
You tell us where to find the cows.
Ho, Daddy-long-legs, tell me, tell me now
Which direction I must go if I find my cow.
'Way over yonder—'way over there—
That's the way he points us with his long leg in the air.
Ho, Mister Daddy-long-legs, when you sprawl
Upon the fence,
One wouldn't think the cows would moo at all
When you commence
To show us where their feet have made
A winding pathway to the shade.
Ho, Daddy-long-legs, tell me, tell me now
Which direction I must go if I find my cow.
'Way through the meadow—'way down the brook—
See his long leg pointing out the place where we must look!
"Well!" said the King, "that is a most extraordinary thing, most extraordinary indeed, and I shall certainly have to call the matter to the attention of my Court Detective. But, madam, as we have no cows at present, how would a little cocoanut milk do? We can get you any amount of that."
"I have never tried it," said the Widow, "but I am sure it will be very much better than no milk at all."
"Very well, then," said the King, "I'll have Jiji get you all you want."