"I was nearly caught that time.
I'll try again, and I may have better luck."
So he walked along through the woods, and pretty soon he heard a voice
singing, and this is the song, as nearly as I can remember it:
Here I sit and wonder
What I'm going to do.
I've no one to help me,
I think it's sad; don't you?
I have to play the fiddle,
But still I'd give a cent
To any one who'd keep the boys
From crawling in the tent.
"Well, I wonder who that can be?" thought Uncle Wiggily. "He'll give a
cent, eh? to any one who keeps the boys from crawling in the tent. Now, if
that isn't a bear or a fox or a wolf maybe I can work for him, and earn
that money. I'll try."
So he peeped out of the bushes, and there he saw a nice monkey, all
dressed up in a clown's suit, spotted red, white and blue. And the monkey
was playing a tune on a fiddle. Then, all of a sudden, he laid aside the
fiddle, and began to beat the bass drum. Then he blew on a horn, next he
jumped up and down, and turned a somersault, and then, finally, he grabbed
up a whip with a whistle in the tail--I mean in the end--and that monkey
began to pretend he was chasing make-believe boys from around a real tent
that was in a little place under the trees.
"Oh, I guess that monkey won't hurt me," said Uncle Wiggily as he stepped
boldly out, and as soon as the monkey saw the rabbit, he called most
politely:
"Well, what do you want?"
"I want to earn a cent, by chasing boys from out the tent," replied Uncle
Wiggily.
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