“Who is that crying?” Mr. Rabbit suddenly exclaimed.
“I hear no crying,” said Mrs. Meadows.
“I certainly thought I heard crying,” persisted Mr. Rabbit.
“It is Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes singing. Listen!”
Sure enough the queer-looking boy and the queer-looking girl were singing a song. One sang one line and the other the next line, and this made the song somewhat comical. The words were something like these:—
CHICKAMY CRANY CROW.
Oh sing it slow,
This song of woe,
Of the girl who went to wash her toe!
Her name was Chick—
(Oh run here quick—
The word’s so thick)—
Chickamy—Chickamy Crany Crow!
Chickamy what? and Chickamy which?
She went to the well and fell in the ditch;
What o’clock, old Witch?
The clock struck one
And bowed to the sun;
But the sun was fast asleep you know;
And the moon was quick,
With her oldtime trick—
To hide from Chick—
Chickamy—Chickamy Crany Crow!
Chickamy what? and Chickamy which?
She went to the well and fell in the ditch;
What o’clock, old Witch?