I am a Busy Man

One day a bunch of naughty children wanted to make fun of him and said to him:“ There are birds' eggs on that tree. Won't you get them for us please? We can't climb up.”

Loath¹ to disappoint the children, he was ready to climb the tree. But knowing that the mischievous² youngsters would make off with his boots if he left them on the ground, he tied them to his waist-band before he started the climb.

“We'll take care of your boots for you!” the children chorused.

“No, thank you!” was he reply. “I am a busy man. And as soon as I've got the eggs for you, I'll make my way home along the tree-tops.”