It was this: 'How I wish I was a fish.
I would not look At your hook, But lie still and be cool At the bottom of the pool And when you went to look At your cruel hook, You would not find me there, So there!' 'If they did steal the Baby,' Noel went on, 'they will be tracked by the lordly perambulator.

You can disguise a baby in rags and walnut juice, but there isn't any disguise dark enough to conceal a perambulator's person.' 'You might disguise it as a wheel-barrow,' said Dicky.
'Or cover it with leaves,' said H.O., 'like the robins.' We told him to shut up and not gibber, but afterwards we had to own that even a young brother may sometimes talk sense by accident.
For we took the short cut home from the lane--it begins with a large gap in the hedge and the grass and weeds trodden down by the hasty feet of persons who were late for church and in too great a hurry to go round by the road.

Our house is next to the church, as I think I have said before, some time.
The short cut leads to a stile at the edge of a bit of wood (the Parson's Shave, they call it, because it belongs to him).

The wood has not been shaved for some time, and it has grown out beyond the stile and here, among the hazels and chestnuts and young dogwood bushes, we saw something white.

We felt it was our duty to investigate, even if the white was only the under side of the tail of a dead rabbit caught in a trap.
It was not--it was part of the perambulator.