| The Lambikin |
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Page 2 of 2 -I-ll tell you what you must do,- said Master Lambikin, -you must make a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died, and then I can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I-m as tight as a drum myself.- So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother-s skin, with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in the middle, and trundled away gaily. Soon he met with the Eagle, who called out– -Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?- And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft warm nest, replied– -Lost in the forest, and so are you, On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!- -How very annoying!- sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the tender morsel he had let slip. Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing– -Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!- Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question– -Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?- And to each of them the little sly-boots replied– -Lost in the forest, and so are you, On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!- Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let slip. At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp as a needle, and he too called out– -Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?- And Lambikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gaily– -Lost in the forest, and so are you, On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa—- But he never got any further, for the Jackal recognised his voice at once, and cried, -Hullo! You-ve turned yourself inside out, have you? Just you come out of that!- |
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