"And I was one of the neighbors," added the ex-Pirate.
"And did not Mr. McPhee stop?" asked Tommy.
"No. We all had to move. He had a ninety-nine years' lease."
"I don't blame you," said the Gopher.
"LET'S ORGANIZE!... WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT ORGANIZATION?"
The ex-Pirate was about to propose reciting four more verses when there occurred another commotion, and the Hippopotamus stood up on his awkward hind legs and shouted:
"Let's organize! We ought to organize! What is life without organization? I move we elect a president—"
But before he could express his views any further the Lion walked up to him and buffeted him with his paw, and growled:
"Sit down! If there is any organizing to be done, I will do it. I want you to understand that I am the King of Beasts, and we won't have any presidents this trip."