“Oh, let us have it, please let us have it,” said Blanche, joining them. “You have made me curious now.”
So Sigrid, not liking to refuse, repeated first the poem itself and then the English translation:
“The fox lay under the birch-tree’s root
Beside the heather;
And the hare bounded with lightsome foot
Over the heather;
‘To-day is just a day to my mind,
All sunny before and sunny behind
Over the heather!’
And the fox laughed under the birch-tree’s root