“What kind of fish do they catch?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“Smoked herring and salt codfish and canned salmon,” I told him, “and whales.”
“I could eat a whole whale,” he said.
“Sometimes they catch fish-balls,” Hervey said.
“Fish-balls or footballs or baseballs or masquerade balls, I don’t care, I could eat anything,” I said.
So then Hervey led the way along the turnpike till we came to the bridge across the creek. That creek is pretty wide and it empties into the Hudson. We were feeling all cheered-up on account of the chance of getting something to eat and we marched along shouting:
Don’t quit or complain at the stunts that he shows,
Don’t ask to go home if it rains or it snows;
Don’t start to ask questions, or hint, or propose,
But follow your leader wherever he goes.