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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