And I want to wish them all good-bye.
I shouldn’t like any here to say,
‘He didn’t shake hands when he went away;
He was glad to be off to his harp and wings
And couldn’t remember his poor old things.’
In Heaven I never should feel content
If I hadn’t been kind before I went;
So let me take leave of them, great and small,
Animals, people and toys and all.”
So the word went forth, and in no great while