| To the point of land I roam, |
| For there is the white one's home,— |
| Whither I go. |
Then the Lynx looked at the trembling Hare, and began to sing,
| Little white one, tell me why |
| Like to leather, thin and dry, |
| Are your pretty ears? |
Tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! cried the Hare, and she ran back to her grandmother, and repeated the words. "Ho Nosis, and tell him your uncles fixed them so, when they came from the South." So the Hare ran back and sang,
| From the south my uncles came, |
| And they fixed my ears the same,— |
| Fixed my slender ears. |
and then the Hare laid her pink ears upon her shoulders, and was about to go on, but the Lynx began to sing again,—
| Why, why do you go away? |
| Pretty white one, can't you stay? |
| Tell me why your little feet, |
| Are made so dry and very fleet? |
Tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! said the poor little Hare, and she ran back again to the lodge to ask again. "Ho! Nosis!" said the grandmother, who was old and tired, "do not mind him, nor listen to him, nor answer him, but run on."
The Hare obeyed, and ran as fast as she could. When she came to the spot where the Lynx had been, she looked round, but there was no one there, and she ran on. But the Lynx had found out all about the little Hare, and knew she was going across to the neck of land; and he had nothing to do but reach it first, and waylay her; which he did: and when the innocent creature came to the place, and had got almost home, the Lynx sprang out of the thicket and eat her up.
The original chant, omitting the narrative part as given above, runs in this fashion, word for word.