Full fair they were and fresh of blood;
Little they were when he went away;
Now each is meet for a young man's may.
"O tell me, Goldilocks, my son,
What are the deeds that thou hast done?"
"I have wooed me a wife in the forest wild,
And home I bring the Woodland Child."
"A little deed to do, O son,
So long a while as thou wert gone."
"O mother, yet is the summer here