“But I had rather not go with you;
I care not for any gay sight to see,”—
So the window she closed, and withdrew.
In the morning, howe’er, her mind she changed,
And she thought she would go to the fair;
So her numerous feathers she nicely arranged,
And cleaned her red bill with much care.
She went, I believe, before it was light,
For of Reynard she felt much fear;
So quickly she thought she would see each sight,