“Well, what is your trouble?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Perhaps I can help you. Who are you?”
“Surely you must have heard of me,” said the big man, puffing out his chest. “I am in Mother Goose’s book.”
“I don’t seem to remember you,” said Uncle Wiggily, sort of thoughtful like, scratching his pink, twinkling nose with his ear. “If you would kindly tell me——”
Then the troubled one sang:
“I am the fat man from Bombay,
I was smoking my pipe one fine day.
When a bird, called a snipe,
Flew away with my pipe.
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.”
“Oh, now I remember you,” said Uncle Wiggily.