Why flow’rs should bloom about the place
And give their perfume free,
In so unbusinesslike a way,
Seems very odd to me.
I cannot meet a single cow
That charges for her milk,
And though they are not paid a sou,
The silkworms still spin silk.
While ducks and hens, I grieve to find,
Lay eggs for nothing too,
Which is a most ridiculous
And foolish thing to do.
These problems often puzzle me;
I lie awake at night,
And think and think what I can do
To set this matter right.
I’ve found a way at last, and though
It may at first seem funny,
It cannot fail—’tis this: You pay,
And I’ll collect the money.
CHAPTER X
THE WALLYPUG GOES TO WINDSOR
While they were all busy in the preparation of The Wallypug’s Own, I thought it an excellent opportunity to run down to Folkestone in order to make arrangements for hiring a house, as I intended taking my guests to the seaside for a few weeks.