But the thunder growled from a black cloud, “No!”
And the wind roared, “Follow me!”
And an old gray owl from a tree-top flew,
Saying: “Who are you-oo? Who are you-oo?”
And the little boy sobbed, “I’m lost away!
And I want to go home where my parents stay.”
O, the awful day
When the little boy ran away!
Then the moon looked out from a cloud and said:
“Are you sorry you ran away?