“’All in the wood there grew a fine tree.‘”
“What song is that, Kate?” asked Rose.
“It is one that the head woodcutter taught me.
’All in the wood there grew a fine tree,
The finest tree that ever you might see,
And the green leaves flourished around.‘
All on this tree there grew a fine bough, and all on this bough there grew a fine twig. Then it goes on to tell how on this twig there was a fine nest, and how in this nest there was a fine bird, the finest bird that ever you did see; and on this bird there grew a fine feather, and out of the feather was made a fine bed, and on this fine bed was laid a fine babe, and out of the babe there grew a fine man, and the man put an acorn into the earth, and out of the acorn there grew a fine tree, and the tree was of the acorn, and the acorn of the man, and the man was from the babe, and the babe was on the bed, and the bed was of the feather, and the feather of the bird, and the bird was in the nest, and the nest was on the twig, and the twig was on the bough, and the bough was on the tree, and the tree was in the wood.
’And the green leaves flourished around’around’around,
And the green leaves flourished around.‘”
“What nonsense, Kate!”