Do you know the words to a tune that goes like this ?" Then she began to whistle "The Merry Farmer Boy." I wish you might have heard the flourishes she put to it.
"Of course I do," I answered.

"All of us were brought up on it." "Well, I have some slight curiosity to learn what they are," she said.
"Would you kindly repeat them for me ?" "Yes," I said.

"This is the first verse: "'See the merry farmer boy tramp the meadows through, Swing his hoe in careless joy while dashing off the dew.
Bobolink in maple high----' "Of course you can see for yourself that they're not.

There isn't a single one of them higher than a fence post.

The person who wrote the piece had to put it that way so high would rhyme with reply, which is coming in the next line." "I see!" said the Princess.
"'Bobolink in maple high, trills a note of glee Farmer boy a gay reply now whistles cheerily.' "Then you whistle the chorus like you did it." "You do indeed!" said the Princess.