“I’d love to be a little bird and hop about the trees,
And aeroplane above the land and fly across the seas.
I wouldn’t like to eat the things that little birdies do,
For I don’t care a bit for worms, now honestly, do you?”
THE DUNCE PICKS A SOFT PLACE TO FALL
EVERY Sunday afternoon, when the weather was pleasant, the Teenie Weenies took a long walk. “It’s good for your health,” the General told them, “and, besides, it’s a good way to put in the Sabbath afternoon.”
One Sunday while they were out on their walk they stopped near a house to chat a bit with a couple of sparrows, and as the little party talked the General happened to see the Dunce crawl up a vine onto a window sill and disappear through the open window.
“Mr. Policeman,” said the General, “I wish you would follow that foolish Dunce and see what he is up to.”