Uncle Squeaky took down his fiddle and began to play a jig. "Now,
Buster Boy, sing us a song?" he coaxed.
Buster loved to sing; so he made no excuses. He folded his paws just as Mammy had taught him and sang:
"Cheese oh! Merry oh!"
while Uncle Squeaky played softly on the fiddle.
"Sing your newest song, Buster," reminded Silver Ears.
Uncle Squeaky was delighted with "Traps are our enemies."
He made them all stand up in a row and sing it over and over until they knew it by heart.
"A very good lesson in rhyme," said Aunt Squeaky wagging her head approvingly.
It seemed a very short time before it began to grow dark.
"We must start home now," said Silver Ears. "We promised Mammy."