And Drakestail is off again , all spruce and fresh , still singing : ` Quack , quack , quack , when shall I have my money back ? ' He had not gone far when he met his lady-friend Ladder , leaning on her wall . ` Good morning , my duckling , ' says the lady friend , ` whither away so bold ? ' ' 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 wooden legs you will soon be tired . Make yourself quite small , get into my throat -- go into my gizzard and I will carry you . ' ` Happy thought ! ' says my friend Ladder , and nimble , bag and baggage , goes to keep company with friend Fox . And ` Quack , quack , quack . ' Drakestail is off again , singing and spruce as before . A little farther he meets his sweetheart , my friend River , wandering quietly in the sunshine . ` Thou , my cherub , ' says she , ` whither so lonesome , with arching tail , on this muddy road ? ' ' I am going to the King , you know , for what he owes me . ' ` Oh ! take me with thee ! ' Drakestail said to himself : ` We ca n't be too many friends . ' ... ' I will , ' says he , ` but you who sleep while you walk will soon be tired .
Make yourself quite small , get into my throat -- go XXXXX my gizzard and I will carry you . '
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