The Lambikin

Once upon a time there was a wee wee Lambikin, who frolicked about on

his little tottery legs, and enjoyed himself amazingly.

Now one day he set off to visit his Granny, and was jumping with joy

to think of all the good things he should get from her, when whom

should he meet but a Jackal, who looked at the tender young morsel and

said--'Lambikin! Lambikin! I'll _eat_ _you_!'

But Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said--

'To Granny's house I go,

Where I shall fatter grow,

Then you can eat me so.'

The Jackal thought this reasonable, and let

Lambikin pass.

By and by he met a Vulture, and the Vulture, looking hungrily at the

tender morsel before him, said--'Lambikin! Lambikin! I'll _eat_

_you_!'

But Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said--

'To Granny's house I go,

Where I shall fatter grow,

Then you can eat me so.'

The Vulture thought this reasonable, and let

Lambikin pass.

And by and by he met a Tiger, and then a Wolf, and a Dog, and an

Eagle, and all these, when they saw the tender little morsel, said--

'Lambikin! Lambikin! I'll _eat_ _you_!'

But to all of them Lambikin replied, with a little frisk--

'To Granny's house I go,

Where I shall fatter grow,

Then you can eat me so.'

At last he reached his Granny's house, and said, all in a great hurry,

'Granny, dear, I've promised to get very fat; so, as people ought to

keep their promises, please put me into the corn-bin _at once!_

So his Granny said he was a good boy, and put him into the corn-bin,

and there the greedy little Lambikin stayed for seven days, and ate,

and ate, and ate, until he could scarcely waddle, and his Granny said

he was fat enough for anything, and must go home. But cunning little

Lambikin said that would never do, for some animal would be sure to

eat him on the way back, he was so plump and tender.

'I'll tell you what you must do,' said Master Lambikin,' you must make

a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died, and

then I can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I'm as tight as a

drum myself.'

So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother's skin,

with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in

the middle, and trundled away gaily. Soon he met with the Eagle, who

called out--

'Drumikin! Drumikin!

Have you seen Lambikin?'

And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft warm nest, replied--

'Lost in the forest, and so are you,

On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!'

'How very annoying!' sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the

tender morsel he had let slip.

Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing--

'Tum-pa, tum-too;

Tum-pa, tum-too!'

Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question--

'Drumikin! Drumikin!

Have you seen Lambikin?'

And to each of them the little sly-boots replied--

'Lost in the forest, and so are you,

On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too;

Tum-pa, turn-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!'

Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let

slip.

At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as

sharp as a needle, and he too called out--

'Drumikin! Drumikin!

Have you seen Lambikin?'

And Larnbikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gaily--

'Lost in the forest, and so are you,

On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa--'

But he never got any further, for the Jackal recognised his voice at

once, and cried, 'Hullo! you've turned yourself inside out, have you?

Just you come out of that!'

Whereupon he tore open Drumikin and gobbled up Lambikin.