“Well, I will be very glad to help you if I can,” said the bunny uncle. “What is it?”
“It’s about Higgledee Piggledee,” answered Mother Goose.
“Higgledee Piggledee!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, “why that sounds like——”
“She’s my black hen,” went on Mother Goose. “You know how the verse goes in the book about me and my friends.”
And, taking off her tall peaked hat, which she wore when she rode on the back of the old gander, Mother Goose sang:
“Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Sometimes nine and sometimes ten.
Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen.
Gentlemen come every day,