Poem by the Norwegian writer Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832-1910)

The hare and the fox

The fox he lay ’neath the birch-tree root

by the heather.

The hare she scuttled with agile foot

o’er the heather.

The day’s plain sunshine I do declare!

it’s shining here there and everywhere

o’er the heather.

The fox he grinned ’neath the birch-tree root

by the heather.

The hare she scuttled and off did shoot

o’er the heather.

I’m so delighted at everything

shoo-hay, can you match such leaps and springs

o’er the heather?

The fox lay still at the birch-tree root

by the heather.

The hare she tumbled right to his foot

o’er the heather.

But goodness gracious, can that be you! – –

– My dear, and dare you be dancing too

o’er the heather?

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