Part 12 (2/2)

We all have sworn that this day we'll see The last, proud Michiky Moo, of thee!”

Whittlesey Whanko, hidden near, Each and all of these words did hear.

He summoned his braves, all painted for war, And gave them in charge each guilty squaw: ”Take Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose; Take Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose; Take Peeksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too, And leave me alone with my Michiky Moo.

This one away to the mountain top, And there her head ye shall neatly chop; This one away to the forest's heart, And shoot her down with a poisoned dart; This one away to the river-side, And there she shall be the Manito's bride; Away with them all, the woodlands through!

For I'll have no squaw save Michiky Moo.”

Away went the braves, without question or pause, And they soon put an end to the guilty squaws.

They pleasantly smiled when the deed was done, Saying, ”Ping-ko-chanky! oh! isn't it fun!”

And then they all danced the Buffalo dance, And capered about with ambiguous prance, While they drank to the health of the lovers so true, Bold Whittlesey Whanko and Michiky Moo.

THE EGG.

Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,-- A nice little new-laid egg?

My grandmamma told me to run to the barn-yard, And see if just one I could beg.

”Moolly-cow, Moolly-cow, down in the meadow, Have you any eggs, I pray?”

The Moolly-cow stares as if I were crazy, And solemnly stalks away.

”Oh! Doggie, Doggie, perhaps you may have it, That nice little egg for me.”

But Doggie just wags his tail and capers, And never an egg has he.

”Now, Dobbin, Dobbin, I'm sure you must have one, Hid down in your manger there.”

But Dobbin lays back his ears and whinnies, With ”Come and look, if you dare!”

”Piggywig, Piggywig, grunting and squealing, Are you crying 'Fresh eggs for sale'?”

No! Piggy, you're very cold and unfeeling, With that impudent quirk in your tail.

”You wise old Gobbler, you look so knowing, I'm sure you can find me an egg.

You stupid old thing! just to say 'Gobble-gobble!'

And balance yourself on one leg.”

Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,-- That little white egg so small?

I've asked every animal here in the barn-yard, And they won't give me any at all.

But after I'd hunted until I was tired, I found--not one egg, but ten!

And you _never_ could guess where they all were hidden,-- Right under our old speckled hen!

WOULDN'T.

She _wouldn't_ have on her naughty bib!

She _wouldn't_ get into her naughty crib!

She _wouldn't_ do this, and she _wouldn't_ do that, And she _would_ put her foot in her Sunday hat.

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