So down they went to the river's brim,
Where their feathered friends were wont to swim,
And there on the turf so green and deep
The old wolf lay asleep.
He had a grizzly, savage look,
And he snored till the boughs above him shook.
They tiptoed round him—drew quite near,
Yet still he did not hear.
Then, as the mother gazed, to her