The fox lay still by the birch-tree's root In the heather. The hare was running with nimble foot O'er the heather. Was ever brighter a sunshine-day, Before, behind me, and every way, O'er the heather! The fox laughed low by the birch-tree's root In the heather. The hare was running with daring foot O'er the heather. I am so happy for everything! Hallo! Why go you with mighty spring O'er the heather? The fox lay hid by the birch-tree's root In the heather. The hare dashed to him with reckless foot O'er the heather. May God have mercy, but this is queer! — Good gracious, how dare you dance so here O'er the heather?
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