his friend's hand, he ran straight home, took his Uncle's
walking-stick, and, assuming an air of pleasure, set off to see
the world.

He found a great many things to see, such as dandelions, and ants,
and traction engines, and bolting horses, and furniture being
removed, besides being kept busy raising his hat, and passing the
time of day with people on the road, for he was a very well-bred
young fellow, polite in his manners, graceful in his attitudes, and
able to converse on a great variety of subjects, having read all
the best Australian poets.

Unfortunately, in the hurry of leaving home, he had forgotten to
provide himself with food, and at lunch time found himself attacked
by the pangs of hunger.

"Dear me," he said, "I feel quite faint. I had no idea that
one's stomach was so important. I have everything I require,
except food; but without food everything is rather less than
nothing.

"I've got a stick to walk with.
I've got a mind to think with.
I've got a voice to talk with.
I've got an eye to wink with.
I've lots of teeth to eat with,
A brand new hat to bow with,
A pair of fists to beat with,
A rage to have a row with.
No joy it brings