‘To catch the crow, I’m going to try,’
Said the fox with a soft heigh-o!”
Then the farmer stopped. The Babies begged him to go on but he said, “Honestly that is all I know.”
“Did the crow get the corn?” asked Molly.
“Did the fox get the crow?” asked Polly.
“I don’t know,” said the farmer. “How can I tell about such things? I only went to school one year in all my life.”
“Oh,” said the Ink-Bottle Babies, “we intend to go to school for seventeen years!”
“That is right,” said the farmer; “then you will learn all about the fox and the crow.”
Just at this minute, the farmer’s wife set up a cry. “Oh see the cunning little baskets! See the twenty-five little baskets! We must not send them home empty!”