Shrieked out ‘Return, my sons!
You shall have buns,’ he shrieked, ‘if you’ll behave!
Yea, buns, and buns, and buns!’
“‘I fear,’ said she, ‘your sons have gone astray?
My daughters left me while I slept.’
‘Yes ’m,’ the Badger said: ‘it’s as you say.’
‘They should be better kept.’
Thus the poor parents talked the time away,
And wept, and wept, and wept.”
Here Bruno broke off suddenly. “The Herrings’ Song wants anuvver tune, Sylvie,” he said. “And I ca’n’t sing it—not wizout oo plays it for me!”