Dry-bone tell him that him must watch Annancy, keep him a yard, an' he will pay him.
An' the Cock ask Dry-bone:—"What is your name?"
An Dry-bone say:—"'Tis Mr. Winkler."
So Dry-bone live in Annancy yard.
An' one day Annancy ask him if him don't want to warm sun.
Dry-bone say:—"Yes."
An' Annancy tell him that to-morrow he will put him out a door.
Annancy went away an' make a bargain with Fowl-hawk, that him have a man name of Mr. Dry-bone, him must come to-morrow an' take him up an' carry him an' drop him in the deepest part of the wood.
An' so Fowl-hawk did do.
When the Cock see Fowl-hawk take up Mr. Winkler him sing out:—