Now Boris scampered down the block to the next street. There he waited to go across.
Kachunk, kachunk, kachunk went by an auto;
Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty went by a horse;
Thunk-a-ta, thunk-a-ta, bang, bang went by a truck.
He stood there a long time watching the autos and horses and trucks go by. And he thought:
“Dear me! dear me!
What shall I do?
The’re so many things,
I’ll never get through!”
Boris looked at the big policeman who stood in the middle of this street. After a while the big policeman raised his hand and all the autos and horses and trucks stopped and Boris scampered across and ran down the block to the next street crossing. And there the same thing happened again.
Kachunk, kachunk, kachunk went by an auto;
Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty went by a horse;
Thunk-a-ta, thunk-a-ta, bang, bang went by a truck.
“I’ll not get much of a walk this way,” he thought. “I have to wait and wait at each corner. And the’re so many things I’ll never get through.” Just then he saw a street car. “I might take a car,” he thought. But then he saw on the street a long line of cars waiting, waiting to get through. “It wouldn’t do much good,” he thought. “They’re just like me.”
“Dear me! dear me!
What can they do?
The’re so many things,
They’ll never get through!”
Then he noticed a big hole in the sidewalk. Down the hole went some steps and down the steps hurried lots and lots of people. “I wonder what this is?” thought Boris and down the steps he ran.