“Yes, try.”
Then in a very hoarse voice the Coyote half growled and half sang (making a mistake here and there, to be sure) what the Locust had sung, though there was very little music in his repetition of the performance.
“Tchu u-mali, tchumali—shohshoh koya,
Tchu tchu mali, tchumali shohkoya,
Yaa mami he he shoo ta ta tante tchup patchin te,
Shohkoya,
Shohkoya!”
“Ha!” laughed he, as he finished; “I have got it, haven’t I?”
“Well, yes,” said the Locust, “fairly well.”
“Now, then, let us sing it over together.”