Maudie and Willie took their places in the cat with all the other passengers amid a perfect babel of chattering and laughing and crying, and then, as the train began to slowly move out of the station, the Zankiwank solemnly sang the following serious song:—
Off to Fable Land.
To Fable Land we go,
For this express is nothing less
Than a steamer, don’t you know!
We’re sailing now upon the Thames,
All in a penny boat,
And we soon shall change for a mountain range,
In the atmosphere to float!
(Speak kindly to the guard!)
Which many think a Babel-land,
But this you disregard.
You’ll find it is a Stable-land,
With stables in the yard—