Gee whiz, I can’t tell you of all the crazy things that fellow did, singing all the while. He swung into trees and went round and round them till we were all dizzy and didn’t know what we were singing. He kept going in and out around two trees till he had us all staggering and singing:
Don’t ask where you’re opposed,
But follow your nose wherever supposed;
N’ snows n’ suppose wherever goes.
“Wait a minute!” I shouted. “Where’s that roof? I don’t see it.”
“It’s still there,” Hervey said. “Don’t start to whrrrever yr leader suppose in the toes when it starts to suppose.”
“Be careful don’t stub and go flunking your nose,” Pee-wee shouted.
“N’ flow—flow—yr—flunked—wrvr—goes,” poor little Willie Cook sang.
“Have a heart,” I said.
“Do you see the roof?” Garry asked.