"Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! He! He!" laughed the voice, and Uncle Wiggily looked up,
and he looked down, and then he looked sideways and around a corner, but
he could see no one. Still the laugh kept up, more jolly than ever.
"Humph! I wonder who that is?" said the rabbit. "I wish I could laugh like
that," and Uncle Wiggily actually smiled the least little bit, and he
didn't feel quite so sad.
Then, all at once, there was a voice singing, and this is the song, and if
you feel sad when you sing it, just get some one to tickle you, or watch
baby's face when he smiles, and you will feel jolly enough to sing this
song, even if you have been crying because you stubbed your toe.
"Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! I gladly sing,
I sing about most anything.
I sing about a pussy cat,
Who caught a little mousie-rat.
I sing about a doggie-dog,
Who saw a turtle on a log.
I sing about a little boy,
Who cried because he broke his toy.
And then he laughed, 'Ha! Ha! He! He!'
Because he couldn't help it; see?"
"Well, well!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, "I wish I knew who that was.
Perhaps it is a fairy, and if it is, I'm going to ask her for my fortune.
I'm getting tired of not finding it," and when he thought about that he
was sad again.
But a moment later a little black creature hopped out from under a leaf,
and who should it be but a cricket.
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