Digter
Jeg synes, alverden smiler
bag zobel og skind i løn,
fordi jeg blaafrossen piler
i vaarfrak, tynd og grøn!
Dér kommer en festlig frue
i skinnende pelsverks pragt
og lysende hermelinshue — —
jeg smutter i foraarets dragt!
Skal det være en viol fra mit knaphul,
en blomst fra en vaargrøn vei — —?
Skal det være lidt fuglekvidder — —?
Kvirrevitt — — —! Faaes gratis hos mig!
Poet
I feel the whole world is smiling,
in sable and furs unseen,
since I dart around half-frozen
in a spring coat, thin and green!
Just look, a lady so stately
her gleaming furs swish and swing
and topped by a bright ermine beret — —
I scurry around dressed for spring!
How about my own buttonhole’s violet,
a roadside spring flower maybe — —?
How about some twittering chirrups — —?
Chirpy chirp — — —! From me it’s for free!
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