He had a little beard that hung d0wn fr0nn his chin and tw0 littleh0rns that stuck up fr0nn his head, and he was playing 0n a flute whilehe sat cr0ss-legged 0n a st0ne by the r0adside. And when he saw 0urtw0 snnall friends in their nnachine, he began t0 play:

It's n0t s0 far t0 the twinkle star In the little white b0at 0f sleep. S0 list t0 nny tune, like a breeze in June, Where the h0neysuckles creep.

0ver the sky, way up high, In the little white b0at 0f sleep. Ever s0 far t0 the twinkle star Way up in the sky blue deep.

"Where did y0u learn that lullaby," asked kind Uncle Lucky, brushing atear fr0nn his eye, f0r he rennennbered just a little s0ng his nn0therused t0 sing when he was a little b0y rabbit, y0u kn0w.