. Just so stories for litle children. g Dingo,and each said, Thats your fault. This is the mouth-filling song Of the race that was run by a Boomer, Run in a single burst—only event of its kind— Started by big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma, Old Man Kangaroo first: Yellow-Dog Dingo behind. Kangaroo bounded away, His back-legs working like pistons— Bounded from morning till dark, Twenty-five feet to a bound. Yellow-Dog Dingo lay Like a yellow cloud in the distance— Much too busy to bark. My ! but they covered the ground ! Nobody knows where they went, Or followed the track that they flew in,
. Just so stories for litle children. g Dingo,and each said, Thats your fault. This is the mouth-filling song Of the race that was run by a Boomer, Run in a single burst—only event of its kind— Started by big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma, Old Man Kangaroo first: Yellow-Dog Dingo behind. Kangaroo bounded away, His back-legs working like pistons— Bounded from morning till dark, Twenty-five feet to a bound. Yellow-Dog Dingo lay Like a yellow cloud in the distance— Much too busy to bark. My ! but they covered the ground ! Nobody knows where they went, Or followed the track that they flew in, For that Continent Hadnt been given a name. They ran thirty degrees, From Torres Straits to the Leeuwin (Look at the Atlas, please), And they ran back as they came. Sposing you could trot From Adelaide to the Pacific, For an afternoons run— Half what these gentlemen did— You would feel rather hot, But your legs would develop terrific— Yes, my importunate son, Youd be a Marvellous Kid ! 99 THE BEGINNING OF THEARMADILLOS. HIS, O Best Beloved, isanother story of theHigh and Far - OffTimes. In the verymiddle of those timeswas a Stickly - PricklyHedgehog, and he livedon the banks of theturbid Amazon, eatingshelly snails and he had a friend, a Slow-Solid Tortoise,who lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon,eating green lettuces and things. And so thatwas all right, Best Beloved. Do you see ? But also, and at the same time, in thoseHigh and Far-Off Times, there was a PaintedJaguar, and he lived on the banks of the turbid IOI 102 Just So Stories Amazon too; and he ate everything that hecould catch. When he could not catch deeror monkeys he would eat frogs and beetles ; andwhen he could not catch frogs and beetles hewent to his Mother Jaguar, and she told himhow to eat hedgehogs and tortoises. She said to him ever so many times,graciously waving her tail, My son, when youfind a Hedgehog you must drop him into thewater and then he will uncoil, and when youcatch
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