The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.
A little light is going by,
Is going up to see the sky,
All through the garden I went and went,
And I walked in under the butterbean tent.
When I was making myself a game
Up in the garden, a little rain came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush,
When I can count the numbers far,
And know all the figures that there are,
I had a feeling in my neck,
And on the sides were two big bumps;
I couldn't swallow anything
At all because I had the mumps.
The night was coming very fast;
It reached the gate as I ran past.
I saw a shadow on the ground
And heard a bluejay going by;
A shadow went across the ground,
And I looked up and saw the sky.
When they said the time to hide was mine,
I hid back under a thick grape vine.
The two little children that died long ago
Away in the woods on the top of a hill--
And a good little robin that knew all about it