notch and a slit,
And threw back his head and blew on it.

The whistle sang like a bird when he blew,
Then he twinkled and put it down.
"And where are you going," he said, "you two?
_Are you going to Zodiac Town_?"

Each of them shook a doubtful head
(For truly they didn't know).

"But make us a whistle like yours," they said,
"And anywhere we will go!"

"I'll make you a whistle apiece," quoth he,
"And if you like, you may follow me;
Zodiac Town's in the land of Time,
And I go by the road of Rhyme."

Ann looked at Amos and Amos at Ann;
They blinked with sheer surprise;
And then they looked at the long-legged man,
Who twinkled back with his eyes.
They said (and their voices were meek and low),
"We ran away from a rhyme, you know."

"You did?" cried the fellow in green and brown.
"Then it's unmistakably plain, oho,
That you're due in Zodiac Town!"

He took up his book and shouldered his staff,
And turned to Amos and Ann.
"Call me J. M.," he said with a laugh.
"That stands for Journeying Man.
I'll make you some whistles along the way,
While you are remembering rhymes to say;
For more than once in the land of Time
You will have to speak in rhyme."

"Our names," said the children, "are Amos and Ann;
And poetry is rather hard for us,
But we'll do the best we can."

Then they went away with the young-faced man,
Joyfully up and down,
Talking in rhyme by hill and lea,
Gayly in rhyme--for that, said he,
Was the tongue of Zodiac Town.
To Zodiac after a while they came--
The twistiest, mistiest town,
With odd little collopy, scallopy streets
Meandering up and down.
The home of the years and the hours was there,
Of the minutes, the months, and the days--
Houses with windows that winked and smiled,
And doors with sociable ways;
And leaves and apples and chestnuts brown
Came pattering down, came clattering down,
And stairways wound to the top of a hill
That a person could climb if he had the will--
That a person could climb, then start at the top,
And bumpeting down and thumpeting down,
Go zip! to the bottom with never a stop.

"_Whoopee!_" cried Amos--and off and away,
Quick with a kick, like a clown,
He ran to the top of the highest stair,
Ann at his heels--And zip! the pair