He rocked away all day, and when night came he found a little cave in the woods. He went in and curled up and fell asleep.
Next day he woke up early and cried,
“I’ve lost the right path, without fail.
This is a joke on Curly-Tail!”
He rocked away, away, away, again, and soon he said, “Some one is coming down the path, I hear the patter, patter of little feet.”
Then he set up a shout, for who should be coming to meet him but the Fourteen Little Darling Dogs?
They all set up a shout, crying,
“Ha, ha, ha, the lost is found,
Rocking, rocking o’er the ground.”