I'd get there all too soon,
Though some day I am going
To climb up to the moon.
"And then when I get up there
I'll sleep the whole long day,
Or crawl upon the moonbeams,
Or jump into the hay."
"Ha! hum!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "That's a very good song, and I'm sure it will help me find my fortune. Now I must say good-by and travel along."
"If you will wait I'll come with you," spoke the snail. "But then I s'pose you are in a hurry, Uncle Wiggily, and I go too slow for you."
"That's it," said the rabbit kindly, and he gave one big hop that carried him twice as far as the snail could travel in a week of Sundays without counting Christmas.