"I was just thinking, your Majesty," replied the Enchanted Banjo, "while we have all been talking about Wishing Wands and the like, about a funny thing of that sort that once happened within my own experience. I made up a song about it the other night, and if you care to hear it, I will sing it to you." "Very well," said the Fairy Queen; and so the Banjo began, in a rich, full voice: THE COME-ALL-YE OF PAT McGLORY Come all ye fine young gintlemin, I'll tell to ye a story Concernin' one that I knew well; his name was Pat McGlory. One mornin' whin the cow had died that helped him run his dairy He sat him down an' cried an' cried--when up there leapt a Fairy. O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! The Fairy wore a golden crown, wid di'monds in aich wing, An' anny one would know at once he was the Fairy King. He looked one moment at poor Pat--this splendid little Fairy-- Then whispered soft an' sootherin': "Ye'll have a bran' new dairy." He waved his wand a time or two, an' Pat got lean an' slim, An' whin the Fairy started off, why Pat wint after him! O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! He popped into a hole that was near by thim in the ground An' Pat came slidin' after him wid: "King, where are we bound?" The king he answered not a word, but stopped and touched a stone An' there they were in one big hall befoor a golden throne. The king he sat upon the throne, an' thin he said, said he: "Because I like you, Pat, my lad, I'll give you wishes three." O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! Thin Pat he thought about the things he needed most right now, An' said: "I can't make up my mind. I wisht I had a cow." The king he waved his shinin' wand, and said: "Look by yer side." An' there there stood a splindid cow--'twas all of four feet wide. Thin Pat he started out wid her, an' first thing that he knew He found th' cow was far too wide, he couldn't drive her through. O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! "I wish," he said unthinkin' like, "I wisht I had you home." Thin--whist! They lit upon his barn, a-straddle of the comb. An' thin the cow began to jump an' she began to bawl, An' Pat kept skippin' back an' forth for fear that he would fall. "O, cow!" he cried. "Nice cow, dear cow! Sure I don't know yourname, I only wisht you's back within the place from whince you came." O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! At once there was no splindid cow at all for him to see-- An' if you count thim you will find he'd had his wishes three. Come all ye fine young gintlemin, remimber now the story: Whinever you've a chance to wish, don't wish like Pat McGlory. O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha! "Well," said Lulu, "it seems to me that Pat McGlory was not very bright, for he got nothing at all for his wishes."