Just then Mikko, the Fox, came running up.
“Good day, Pekka,” he said. “I hear you’re out looking for a nurse for your sweet babies.”
“Yes, Mikko, I am. Can you recommend one?”
“I’d like the job myself,” the Fox said.
“You, Mikko?”
“Yes.”
“But you can’t sing lullabies, can you?”
“Oh, yes! I sing them very beautifully. Listen:
‘Hushabye, sweet little cubs,
Hushabye to sleep!
Who best loves you, do you think?
Who will give you food and drink?
Who on faithful guard will keep?
Mikko! Mikko!
‘Hushabye, sweet little cubs,
Mikko loves you well,
Loves each little pointed nose,
Loves your little scratchy toes,
Loves you more than he can tell—
Mikko! Mikko!’”