'Sure, I'm playin' it now.

It has long strings o' gold that reach 'way out across the land o' Nowhere--ye call 'em stars.

The winds and the birds play on it.

Sure, the birds are my hens.' "He clapped his little hands and down came a robin and sat beside him.
Nobody rumpled up the feathers on her back and she queed like she was goin' to peck me--the hussy! "'She's my watch hen,' says Nobody.

'Guards the house and lays eggs for me--the darlin'! Sure, I've a wonderful farm up here in the air--millions o' acres, and the flowers and the tops o' the trees and the gold mines o' the sky are in it.