1. Girls and boys come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep; Come to your playfellows in the street;
This Fox has a longing for grapes, He jumps, but the bunch still escapes. So he goes away sour; And, 'tis said, to this hour Declares that he's no taste for grapes.
The Geese joined the Cranes in some wheat; All was well, till, disturbed at their treat, Light-winged, the Cranes fled, But the slow Geese, well fed, Couldn't rise, and were caught in retreat. ...
A golden Egg, one every day, That simpleton's Goose used to lay; So he killed the poor thing, Swifter fortune to bring, And dined off his fortune that day.
He buried his Gold in a hole. One saw, and the treasure he stole. Said another, "What matter? Don't raise such a clatter, You can still go & sit by the hole."