II
Said Carl next day, “Now, Fred, we’ve found
That we can work. Let’s plow the ground.
We’ll make a garden all our own,
And have a pumpkin in it grown.”
A forkéd stick they quickly got,
And started there to plow the lot.
Carl was a horse, the dog another;
The plowman was the younger brother.
They turned a furrow deep and wide,
And Helen walked the plow beside;
And Nell cried, “Gee!” and Fred said, “Whoa!”
And merrily did the plowing go.
