Chapter 27 FLUFF GOES TO SEE GRANDPAPA.

Thou, like a little curious fly

That fusses through the air,

Dost pry and pry

With thy keen inquisitive eye.

And with many questions, ever

Rippling like a restless river,

Puzzling many an older brain

Dost thou hour by hour increase thy store

Of marvelous lore.

Thus a squirrel, darting deftly,

Up and down autumnal trees