Dr. Herbert Benjamin
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PERRY THE PELICAN
COMES TO THE RESCUE
Henry woke up. “Oh, what an awful dream! Oh, what an
awful dream!” be said over and over. “Oh, oh.” Then he
came to himself and looked around. The sun was rising.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” he said. “Oh, what a night! Now I wish
I had never left home. It’s
easy
to go away, but so hard
to get
back
again! Oh, what a dream!”
“Help!” he cried. “Help!”
I better think of a poem fast. That’s all I know that
will help me now.”’ So Henry called out this poem as
loud as he could, hoping someone would hear, and come
to the rescue:
I’m a pickle that Is lost at sea!
Oh, what will become of me,
Poor pickle that went on a spree?
Oh, what will become of me?
Water is all I can see.
Won’t somebody hear my plea?
Once I was so carefree,
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