"Well, you can climb o'er the castle-gate;
So here is a dumpling, friend ape, for you."
"Ken, ken=," cried a pheasant, "and what have
you there,
Little Peachling, tucked in your girdle, I
pray?"
"The best millet-dumplings in all Japan,
And I'm to the ogres' castle away."
"For one of your dumplings with you I'll go,
And the ogres' castle will help subdue,"