aboard for Turnip Town
To see the elephant and the clown;
It’s miles and miles to Turnip Square,
We must start now if we want to get there,” all of a sudden barked the Old Dog Driver atop the Billy Goat Stage Coach.
“Wait a minute,” begged Grandmother Magpie.
“I’m coming,” panted the Big Brown Bear.
“Here I am,” called out Granddaddy Bullfrog.
“I’m on time,” laughed Cousin Cottontail, with her five little bunnies hopping after her.
“Who said I was late?” cackled Henny Jenny.
“Good morning, I’m here,” said Turkey Tim.
“Is there room enough for me?” asked Timmie Meadowmouse.
“I’ll sit on top,” sang Bobbie Redvest.
“So will I,” said Squirrel Nutcracker.
“And that’s where I’ll sit,” said pretty Mrs. Oriole.
“I’m with you,” cawed Professor Jim Crow, seating himself with his family.
“Room for one more?” asked Ducky Waddles.
“I was nearly late,” cried Cocky Doodle.
“Let me squeeze in,” crowed the Old Red Rooster.
“Don’t step on us,” chirped the Three Little Grasshoppers.
“Nor on me,” squeaked little Miss Cricket.
“Hold on, I’m getting in,” barked the Yellow Dog Tramp.
“I ran all the way,” panted Busy Beaver.
“So did I,” said Chippy Chipmunk.
“Any more?” asked the Old Dog Driver.
“Yes, yes!” shouted dear Uncle Lucky. “I’m going,” and the dear old gentleman rabbit hopped out of his Luckymobile and into the Stage Coach.
“I guess everybody’s here,” said Mr. Rabbit.
“Who’s that coming across the meadows?” asked the lady bunny, looking out of the stage coach window.
“Why, bless my pink tie and horseshoe pin,” exclaimed Uncle Lucky, “it’s Goosey Lucy.”
As soon as she was aboard, the Old Dog Driver cracked his whip and away they went to Turnip City to see Uncle Lucky’s wonderful circus. Over the bumps and over the stones, While the lollypops rattled the ice-cream cones, Went the Billy Goat Stage Coach with a quiver Till at last it reached the Sippi River.
“Whoa!” shouted the Old Dog Driver, pulling in his team of billy goats. “Whoa!” and this time he said it so loud that an old duck waddled out of a little house close to the bridge gate.
“My gracious!” she quacked, “you have a load, all right. I never saw so many animals and birds in a stage coach before, and I’m an old duck. Oh, yes, I’m as old as a good many great-great-grandmothers.”
“What is the toll?” asked the Old Dog Driver, lighting his pipe and puffing out a cloud of smoke.
“Five carrot cents for the stage coach, ten carrot cents for 

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