Jerry thought hard, but finally shook his head. Whiteface then started
to repeat the chorus:

"'Ho, ye drowsy drones! The Queen is a-thirst;
A penny for him who brings a pail first.
Hurry and scurry--'"

Jerry suddenly found that he did remember what came next and interrupted
his father:

"'--an' go at a prance!'"

"That's it!" cried Mrs. Bowe.

"'Run to the spring,'" quoted Mr. Bowe and Jerry finished:

"'--an' back at a dance.
Bringing water for the ellifants!'"

Jerry felt so proud of himself for having remembered so much that he
forgot all about the man with the red scar and being afraid of him.

"I 'membered it, didn't I, Whiteface?"

"Yes," answered the clown, "you did, and it proves beyond the shadow of
a doubt that you are my lost little son and you've got the right to call
me father."

"Father," said Jerry experimentally, trying to see how it sounded. And
then "Father!" he cried exultantly.