[They sit up.
Tim. Oh, this is the one I like—"Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse: Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes."
Jim. Oh yes, I love that one. Let's talk about it.
Tim. What do you think a cock-horse is?
Jim. I can't imagine. Do you think it's a horse with a cock's head?
Tim. Oh, I wonder if he'd be like our Chanticleer, all white with a beautiful red comb.
Jim. Or perhaps he'd be like our Rooster, all black and speckly. I wonder if he'd crow all the same, as our cocks do in the morning under our windows.
Tim [laughing]. Oh dear, how funny Chanticleer would look with a horse's body! or is it a cock's head and a horse's body?
Jim [laughing]. You couldn't ride him so easily.
Tim. I should think it's a great big cock and wings sticking out like that [stretching his arms], and with a beautiful horse's back and a long tail. Oh, I should like to ride him!