But the lark said, "No, no, gray pussy; no, no! You worried the little mouse, but you shall not worry me."
Then the lark flew away till he came to a high oak-tree, and there he saw a gray, greedy hawk sitting. And the gray, greedy hawk said, "Where are you going, pretty lark?"
And the lark answered, "I am going to the king, to sing him a song this fine May morning."
And the gray, greedy hawk said, "Come here, little lark, and I'll let you see a pretty feather in my wing."
But the merry lark said, "No, no, gray, greedy hawk, no, no! You pecked at the little linnet, but you shall not peck at me."
Then the lark flew away till he came to the side of a rock, and there he saw a sly fox sitting. And the sly fox said, "Where are you going, sweet lark?"
And the lark answered, "I am going to the king, to sing him a song this fine May morning."
And the sly fox said, "Come, little lark, and I'll let you see a pretty white spot on the tip of my tail."
But the lark said, "No, no, sly fox; no, no! You worried the little lamb, but you shall not worry me."
Then the merry lark flew away till he came to the garden of the king; and there he sat among the red clover blossoms and sang his sweetest song.