Jack Be Nimble

It seemed to be a sort of race, and the strange girl, who had just cleared the maypole in a tremendous jump, was slightly in the lead.

"It'll be Jumping Joan and Jack Be Nimble, of course, miss.

They always gets to fires first," muttered the barber complainingly.

And then, struck by a bright idea, he shouted at the fast-approaching figures, "Give us a lift! Give us a lift!" And turning to Alice, "It's on and hold tight." The next moment, Alice found herself clinging to Jack Be Nimble's hand and leaping with him over the candlestick maker's shop.

"Just like big grasshoppers," she said to herself.

Soon they could see the fire distinctly.

"That is to say," he continued, "it's really the baker's fault, you know, for if he hadn't let those buns escape and fly away, we never would have dropped that dratted pipe." Here the snipe hesitated a moment, looked this way and that, and then getting very close to Alice's ears, whispered louder than before, "It must have been that pipe that set fire to the king's haystack.

If the prime minister finds it out, we'll go to the dungeons, of course." "I don't quite see why he says, 'We shouldn't have dropped the pipe,' and, 'We'll go to the dungeons,' thought Alice.

He ate his real broth and went to his real bed, and that's where you must go if it's time.

But if the butter doesn't slide off the slice of bread and go coasting down the cake plate hill with the bun that ought to be sitting beside the custard, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Jack Be Nimble.

End of section 29.

Section 30 of Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose.

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Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose by Howard R. Garis.

Uncle Wiggily and Jack Be Nimble.

"Uncle Wiggily, Uncle Wiggily," called Sammy Little Tail, the little rabbit boy, one Saturday morning as he hopped up to the hollow stump bungalow where the nice old bunny uncle lived.

Being made of yellow ivory, inlaid with flying blackbirds, the edge was scalloped.

"'You're very kind, miss, I am sure, you're very kind indeed,' though i'm bound to say he added as how ladies doesn't usually carry look cried alice who are they two quaint figures a boy and a girl were coming down the street in long leaps seemed to be a sort of race and the strange girl who had just cleared the maypole in a tremendous jump was slightly in the lead it'll be jumping joan and jack be nimble of course miss they always gets to fires first muttered the barber complainingly and then struck by a bright idea he shouted at the fast approaching figures give us a lift give us a lift and turning to alice itch on and old tight The next moment Alice found herself clinging to Jack B. Nimble's hand and leaping with him over the candlestick maker's shop.

"'Just like Big Grasshopper,' she said to herself.

Soon they could see the fire distinctly.

Listen! There's a new fire alarm, cried Jack, bounding along in his excitement faster than ever, so that they really seem not to touch the ground at all.

It's the cat, you know.

He's paid by the town according to the amount of noise he makes, and he added with a happy sigh, he can make a delicious amount when he really tries he plays a fiddle and a pair of bagpipes at the same time oh there he comes now out of the barn cried alice as the caterwauling din rose louder and more piercing and look at the fire now do you think it was our fault too interrupted a familiar voice at her elbow in a hoarse stage whisper she turned to see the snipe who was flying along by her side he seemed very much agitated and there was an air of mystery about him that is to say he continued it's really the baker's fault you know for if he hadn't let those buns escape and fly away we never would have dropped that dratted pipe here the snipe hesitated a moment look this way and that and then getting very close to alice's ears whispered louder than before it must have been that pipe that set fire to the king's haystack if the prime minister finds it out we'll go to the dungeons of course i don't quite see why he says we shouldn't have dropped the pipe and we'll go to the dungeons thought alice i had nothing to do with it i'm sure she had begun to feel very impolite not to have introduced Jack B. Nimble to the snipe.

Then, too, it seemed extremely rude for the snipe to continue whispering to her and ignoring her companion.

bed.And that's where you must go if it's time.

But if the butter doesn't slide off the slice of bread and go coasting down the cake plate hill with the bun that ought to be sitting beside the custard, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Jack Be Nimble.

End of section 29.

Section 30 of Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose.

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Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose by Howard R. Garis.

Uncle Wiggily and Jack Be Nimble.

Uncle Wiggily, Uncle Wiggily, called Sammy Little Tail, the little rabbit boy, one Saturday morning as he hopped up to the hollow stump bungalow where the nice old bunny uncle lived.

All stand around the maypole as I call your names.

Little Miss Muffet and Boy Blue, Little Bo Peep and Jackie Horner, Nancy Etticot and Jack Be Nimble, Mary and the little boy who lives in the lane.

All take ribbons and stand around the maypole.

Are you all ready?