He hopped around till he found a stub,
Ah, here's the place to look for a grub!
'Tis moist and dead rrrrr rub-dub-dub.
To a branch of the apple tree Downy hied,
And hung by his toes on the under side.
'Twill be sunny here in this hollow trunk,
It's dry and soft, with a heart of punk,
Just the place for a nest!—rrrr runk-tunk-tunk.
"I see," said the boy, "just a tap or two,
Then listen, as any bright boy might do.