Bushytail and
Jimmie Wibblewobble.

"Now we're all ready, let's play," suggested Buddy.

"No, wait a moment," begged Bully.

"Why?" they all wanted to know.

"Because," replied the little frog boy, "my brother, Bawly, has just
made up a new song, and I know he'll give us no peace until he sings it.
He's coming along now. Let him sing the song, and then we'll play ball."
So they agreed to that, and in a minute Bawly came hopping along.

"Do you want to hear my new song?" he asked.

"Yes--hurry up," they all cried. So Bawly sang this:

Oh, wiggily, waggily, wheelery,
I wish that I was rich.
I'd buy an automobilery,
And ride it in our ditch.
I wouldn't hop at all again.
I'd ride the whole day long.
But I haven't got an auto,
And so I sing this song.

"I don't call that much of a song," said the old circus dog, Percival.
"You ought to do a dance after it. That's what the clowns always do."

"Thank you, I'm not a clown," answered Bawly. "But could you make up a
song like that, and sing it yourself? That's what I want to know," he
asked.

"I don't s'pose I could," answered Percival. "But if we're going to the
ball game, let's go." So they hurried on, and pretty soon they met Uncle
Wiggily Longears.

"Oh, will you umpire for us?" asked Sammie.

"Ha! Hum!" exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, as he leaned on his
crutch. "I ought to go on to the office, but--ah!--er--well, as long as
you have no one else to umpire for you, I suppose I will have to do it,
but I really ought to go to the office. Who is going to play?" he asked,
and he seemed real anxious to know.

So they told him, and pretty soon they got to the baseball field, and
began the game. Buddy Pigg and his players were last at the bat, and
Sammie and his players came up first.

Well, it was a great game. Sammie struck out, but Jackie Bow Wow made a
nice home run, and Jimmie Wibblewobble almost did, only he got put out
at the home plate, and then Johnnie Bushytail, he got put out, trying to
steal to second base, which means getting there on the sly, you know;
and then it came the turn of Buddy and his friends to bat the ball all
over if they could.

Well, Johnnie Bushytail was the pitcher, and he threw in such fine
curves, and so many of them, that it was hard for Buddy and his friends
to strike the ball.

They did manage to hit it a little, and got three runs. Then it came the
turn of Sammie Littletail's team again, and t