Meseemeth erewhile was I born.
And if my mother aught I knew,
It was of the woodland folk she grew.
And O that thou art well at ease
To wed the daughter of the trees!"
Now Goldilocks and Goldilocks
Go down amidst the wheaten shocks,
But when anigh to the town they come,
Lo there is the wain a-wending home,
And many a man and maid beside,