Ho, Daddy-long-legs, tell me, tell me now

Which direction I must go if I find my cow.

'Way over yonder—'way over there—

That's the way he points us with his long leg in the air.

Ho, Mister Daddy-long-legs, when you sprawl

Upon the fence,

One wouldn't think the cows would moo at all

When you commence

To show us where their feet have made

A winding pathway to the shade.

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Ho, Daddy-long-legs, tell me, tell me now

Which direction I must go if I find my cow.

'Way through the meadow—'way down the brook—

See his long leg pointing out the place where we must look!

"Well!" said the King, "that is a most extraordinary thing, most extraordinary indeed, and I shall certainly have to call the matter to the attention of my Court Detective. But, madam, as we have no cows at present, how would a little cocoanut milk do? We can get you any amount of that."

"I have never tried it," said the Widow, "but I am sure it will be very much better than no milk at all."

"Very well, then," said the King, "I'll have Jiji get you all you want."

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