"This corn is fit to cut, I see;
But we our neighbor's help must borrow,
So tell them we begin to-morrow."
Just after this the lark returned,
When from her brood this news she learned.
"Ah! dearest mother," then, said they,
"Pray, let us all begone to-day."
"My dears," said she, "you need not fret,
I shall not be uneasy yet;
For if he waits for neighbor's aid,