“Umbrellas to mend! Umbrellas to mend,
If you’ve pans with holes in, for me you must send.
I’ll fix them up, quick as a wink—or a winker;
For I am a pot, pan and umbrella tinker.”
Uncle Wiggily looked off among the trees, and, surely enough, along came a traveling tinker, with a box over his shoulder and a little fire in a tin pot in his hand. Beside him walked a little boy who had a little dog.
“Oh, daddy! Look at the rabbit gentleman!” cried the little boy.
“I see him,” said the tinker. “He is Uncle Wiggily Longears, if I am not mistaken. Are you not?” he asked, politely.
“I am,” answered the bunny uncle. “And I am in great trouble. I have splintered and cracked my crutch and I can’t limp along on it to get to Grandpa Goosey’s house.”
“Oh, I can easily fix that for you,” said the kind tinker, and he did, fastening a strong piece of tin around the broken part of Uncle Wiggily’s crutch so it was as good as ever.
Then the rabbit gentleman thanked the nice tinker man and hopped on, and the tinker and his little boy, whose name was Tommie, and the little boy’s dog, whose name was Bow-Wow-Wow, went on their way, the tinker singing his funny song.