Which will get there first? No, that won’t do. Once more together. Look sharp, Morning Hour,—out again! I can’t hold my eye on it—what a whirling and buzzing!
You are tired, are you? I believe it.
If I might only sit on such a big wing, wouldn’t I hold on tight? And wouldn’t the sawyer look?
Why are you called “Morning Hour”? Have you gold in your mouth? And “Eagle”! Can you fly? Take me with you. What a big play-ground up there, and no school!
I wonder how the first school began. Which came first, the school, or the teacher? But the first teacher must have attended a school. And the first school must have had a teacher.
So the first school must have just started itself. But that is impossible. “Eagle,” can you turn yourself?—with the wind? Can you turn yourself some other way? Try it. Beat “Morning Hour.” Quick, quick—beautiful!
Now, once more alone. Good!
Now, together again! Karre, karre, kra, kra—stretch your arms out and take me with you. Will you? Put your hat on, Eagle; how the ribbons fly.—Who are you? Warre, warre, ware, wan—I can’t help it; it was the duck. Tell me what your name is. Fanny, fanny, fanny, fan—— Is your name fan? And you, Morning Hour, what is your name? Ceny, ceny, ceny, ce. What kind of a name is Ce? Now together—sing a song together:
Fanny, fanny, fanny, fan—
Ceny, ceny, ceny, ce—