In a sawdust ring,
That’s where I belong.
I’ll crack a joke,
Some fun I’ll poke,
And then I’ll song a sing.�
“What’s that? What’s that?� asked the Bold Tin Soldier. “‘Song a sing’?�
“It’s just the same as sing a song only I do it backwards by standing on my head,� answered the Calico Clown.
“Don’t pay too much attention to him,� whispered the Sawdust Doll. “He’s cutting up to-night.�
“I should say he was!� exclaimed the Tin Soldier. “Song a sing! The idea! Next we know he’ll be tuning a whistle instead of whistling a tune, and they aren’t the same thing at all—even backwards.�
“Indeed not!� agreed the Sawdust Doll. “But I’m so glad you drove that rat away,� she added, and she looked kindly at the Bold Tin Soldier. “We never could have had any fun while he was here.�