Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Cannot put Humpty together again.’”
“Why can’t they put him together again?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Where is Humpty? Let me have a look at him. If his shell is only cracked I can mend it with glue. Where is he?”
“On the other side of the stone wall,” answered Charlie. “He fell over or rolled backward, and he must be all broken up by now.”
“Let us hope for the best,” said the rabbit gentleman. “He may be only cracked, Humpty Dumpty may be, and if the glue I have for Nurse Jane will mend a cracked cup, it will mend a cracked egg. I must have a look.”
Up on top of the wall jumped the rabbit gentleman. Then he hopped down on the other side. He looked around for Humpty Dumpty.
Uncle Wiggily saw some broken egg shells. Then he looked some more and rubbed his eyes.
“This is queer,” he said. “If the egg broke, the white and yellow inside ought to have run out on the ground. But I don’t see any. That must have been a hollow egg.”
Just then the rabbit gentleman heard: