Live together whither-whether.”
So this wise Obi Obi he make one delicious figger-4 trap & he fill it up with olives and other lunch. Pretty soonly that fooly Willy Sparrow make hop-down to food—and snap! Catch for him. Then very briefly after this Mrs. Willy Sparrow, who was hungry & peeved about non-support, she make hop-down to trap—and snap! Catch for her.
So wise Obi Obi he gather them two birds & he put them in goldy cage together with 2 childish eggs of which they was parents.
“Ha-ho!” he say musely (for he were a poet). “It are pleasant to think how I has united them quarrly fowels into love-companionship.”
So he hang that goldy cage in front of his Poetry-Shop & invite the entire World to come & see them Willy Birds enjoying happiness. And all the entire World come that very afternoon to observe this Peace Conference.
But alast! When Hon. World looked it seen Mrs. Willy Bird chewing off ear of her husband with talented claws. Rawcuss screams. Feathers. Applause from World which always enjoy fites. Pretty soonly that Happy Cupple retire to opp. corners of cage, do some glares & make following song with voice of tough eagles:
“Yarrow-yarrow! nasty Sparrow!
Ruffled feathers, noises frightful!
Always doing something spiteful.