"Plish, I'll call my dog," cried Paul;
"Plum," said Peter, "mine I'll call."
Paul and Peter then with pleasure,
Tenderly took each his treasure,
And, with speed and joy past telling,
Steered for the parental dwelling.
CHAPTER II.
Papa Fittig, calm and cosy,
Mamma Fittig, round and rosy,
Arm in arm sit peaceful there—
Troubled by no speck of care—
On the bench before the door;
For the summer day is o'er,
And the supper hour is near,
And the lads will soon be here.
Soon they burst upon the view,
Plish and Plum are with them too.