“Look out there, don’t fall!” cried Yard Stick, seeing Scissors Shears toppling dangerously on the table edge.
“Oh, look out yourself,” snapped Scissors Shears, “you’re just as likely to—”
“I always stand firmly on my three feet,” retorted Yard Stick.
“It takes a whole yard to hold them—ha-ha!” laughed Scissors Shears.
Then interrupted Sewing Bird, singing:
“I’m not a cry-baby!”
“Come, come!
You’re all in fun—