And the Pretty Pink Pigeons accepted his invitation very quickly, and he tempted them, too, all the way to the summer-house, with a little of the bird-seed from the fourth pocket.
And then he called,--
"Goose, Goose, Goose--"
At first he couldn't think of anything nice for them, but just kept calling, "Goose, Goose, Goose," over and over until he thought up a bright idea--a fine rhyme,--
"You've no excuse."
And then to the Turkey,--
"Turkey, come to my party,
If you don't, you're a smarty."
Sort of silly, wasn't it?--but, no, I guess that was pretty good.
Then he yelled,--
"Here Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat,
You'll have a bite of that."