Working In a paddock,
I heard a sweet ditty;
It’s indeed a fairy’s song,
Sharing the nature, a bit of her beauty.
I threw my hatchet in a haste,
Went up the hummock in search of the guest.
I saw the lily bright.
But the owner never in my sight.
I crossed the gorge,
And I crossed the ford.
I saw the leafy thistle,
I saw the naughty squerrel;
I came closer and closer,
To the sound of some clatter;
What’s this, its only the sound,
The owner of it I never found.