calling, "Goose, Goose, Goose," over and over until he thought up a
bright idea--a fine rhyme,--

"You've no excuse."

And then to the Turkey,--

"Turkey, come to my party,
If you don't, you're a smarty."

Sort of silly, wasn't it?--but, no, I guess that was pretty good.

Then he yelled,--

"Here Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat,
You'll have a bite of that."

And--

"Wienie and Brownie and Rover,
Come 'n over, come 'n over, come 'n over!"

And at last,--

"Here, little fish,
Is a nice little dish."

All things considered, he did pretty well, didn't he?

Now he emptied all the different kinds of food, from his seven