“Never fear, Granny dear,” said cunning Lambikin. “I’ll tell you what to do. Just make me a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died. I can get into it and roll along nicely.”
So old Granny made Lambikin a drumikin out of the skin of his dead brother.
And cunning Lambikin curled himself up into a round ball in the drumikin.
And he rolled gayly away.
Soon he met the lion, who called out,
“Drumikin! Drumikin!
Have you seen Lambikin?”
Lambikin answered sweetly as he rolled along,