A little farther on he meets comrade Wasp 's - nest , manoeuvring his wasps . ` Well , good-morning , friend Drakestail , ' said comrade Wasp 's - nest , ` where are we bound for so spruce and fresh ? ' ' I am going to the King for what he owes me . ' ` Oh ! take me with thee ! ' Drakestail said to himself , ` One ca n't have too many friends . ' ... ' I will , ' says he , ` but with your battalion to drag along , you will soon be tired . Make yourself quite small , go into my throat -- get into my gizzard and I will carry you . ' ` By Jove I that 's a good idea ! ' says comrade Wasp 's - nest . And left file ! he takes the same road to join the others with all his party . There was not much more room , but by closing up a bit they managed ... And Drakestail is off again singing . He arrived thus at the capital , and threaded his way straight up the High Street , still running and singing ` Quack , quack , quack , when shall I get my money back ? ' to the great astonishment of the good folks , till he came to the King 's palace . He strikes with the knocker : ` Toc ! toc ! ' ` Who is there ? ' asks the porter , putting his head out of the wicket . '' Tis I , Drakestail .
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Drakestail Jove King Tis Toc gizzard good-morning knocker left wasps