Soon he met the wolf, who called out,
“Drumikin! Drumikin!
Have you seen Lambikin?”
Lambikin answered sweetly as he rolled along,
“Fallen into the fire, and so will you!
On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!”
“Oh, ho, little Lambikin, curled up snug in your little drumikin,” said the wolf, “you can’t fool me. I know your voice. So you have become too fat to hop and to skip, to hump and to jump. You can only roll along like a ball.”
And the wolf’s mouth watered as he thought of the sweet, fat morsel of a Lambikin.
Little Lambikin’s heart went pit-a-pat, but he cried out gayly,