` 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 into my gizzard and I will carry you . ' ` Ah ! happy thought ! ' says my friend River . She takes bag and baggage , and glou , glou , glou , she takes her place between friend Fox and my friend Ladder . And ` Quack , quack , quack . ' Drakestail is off again singing . 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 .
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