But, all the while, he thought it was the good giant's place--so don't
forget that.
"I wonder what sort of a fortune he'll give me," thought the rabbit. "I
hope I soon get rich, so I can stop traveling, for I am tired."
Well, as he came near the place where the bad giant lived he heard a voice
singing. And the song, which was sung in a deep, gruff, grumbling,
growling voice, went something like this:
"Oh, bing bang, bung!
Look out of the way for me.
For I'm so mad,
I feel so bad,
I could eat a hickory tree!
Oh, snip, snap, snoop!
Get off my big front stoop,
Or I'll tear my hair
In wild despair,
And burn you with hot soup!"
"My, that's a queer song for a good giant to sing," thought Uncle Wiggily.
"But perhaps he just sings that for fun. I'm sure I'll find him a jolly
enough fellow, when I get to know him."
Well, he went on a little farther, and pretty soon he came to the gate of
the castle where the bad giant lived. The rabbit looked about, and saw no
one there, so he kept right on, until, all of a sudden, he felt as if a
big balloon had swooped down out of the sky, and had lifted him up. Higher
and higher he went, until he found himself away up toward the roof of the
castle, and then he looked and he saw two big fingers, about as big as a
trolley car, holding him just as you would hold a bug.
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