tell it to the pumpkin seeds. They say they heard it from the wind one day when the farmer's spade laid the ground open and let the wind in. And the wind says he heard the farm children's grandmother tell it. And she says she heard it from her grandmother. So you see it is an old story, and time you heard it. Then
Throw the nuts in
And let us straight begin.
Before the Dwarf Roots tell the story they stroke their beards that have grown fast into the ground, like hairy threads, and cry out, "Once upon a, twice upon a, thrice upon a time;" and all the little pumpkin seeds lying low in the ground know a story is coming and swell with joy. After that the Dwarf Roots tell the story as 't was told to me. So
Throw the nuts in
And turn the first about.
And let's not stop again
Until the tale is out.
Here's the tale.
Early in the spring, when things with legs all walk abroad and garden folks are born, a little Pumpkin Seed stuck his head above ground. He arrived with his cap on, as pumpkin seeds do, but as soon as possible he shook it off, and looked about him to find out what to do next. And who should
