‘Twill keep us very nicely.’
‘Just so,’ the Kangaroo replied,
‘Exactly,’ and ‘Precisely.’
“‘What shall you buy, my dearest one,
When you get to the City?’
‘Why, tramway lines and butterscotch;
To miss them were a pity.’
“‘We’ll have a cosy little house,
With Sunflowers in the garden
And, if you ever knock me down,