To Mr. Korbes at home to-day.”
“Take me with you,” said the cat.
Chanticleer answered: “With pleasure; sit down behind, so that you don’t fall out forward.”
“When we’re off, away we roam,
To visit Mr. Korbes at home.
My wheels so red, pray have a care
From any splash of mud to spare.
Ye wheels sweep on with speed inclined,
Ye mice outstrip the whistling wind,
When we’re off, away to roam,