Yarrh ! Grr ! Arrh ! Somebody 's catching it now ! ALL THE BEASTS TOGETHER Children of the Camp are we , Serving each in his degree ; Children of the yoke and goad , Pack and harness , pad and load . See our line across the plain , Like a heel-rope bent again , Reaching , writhing , rolling far , Sweeping all away to war ! While the men that walk beside , Dusty , silent , heavy-eyed , Can not tell why we or they March and suffer day by day . I JIMMY SKUNK IS PUZZLED Old Mother West Wind had just come down from the Purple Hills and turned loose her children , the Merry Little Breezes , from the big bag in which she had been carrying them . They were very lively and very merry as they danced and raced across the Green Meadows in all directions , for it was good to be back there once more . Old Mother West Wind almost sighed as she watched them for a few minutes . She felt that she would like to join them . Always the springtime made her feel this way , -- young , mad , carefree , and happy . But she had work to do . She had to turn the windmill to pump water for Farmer Brown 's cows , and this was only one of many mills standing idle as they waited for her . So she puffed her cheeks out and started about her business . Jimmy Skunk sat at the top of the hill that overlooks the Green Meadows and watched her out of sight . Then he started to amble down the Lone Little Path to look for some beetles . He was ambling along in his lazy way , for you know he never hurries , when he heard some one puffing and blowing behind him . Of course he turned to see who it was , and he was greatly surprised when he discovered Old Mr. Toad . Yes , Sir , it was Old Mr. Toad , and he seemed in a great hurry .
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BEASTS Mr. Sir course directions hurry puffing sight springtime way