Poem
The cock is crowing
the cock is crowing
the stream is flowing
the small birds twitter
the lake doth glitter
the green field sleeps in the sun
the oldest and the youngest
are at work with the strongest
the cattle are grazing
their heads never raising
there are forty feeding like one
there's joy in mountain
there's life in fountain
small clouds are sailing
blue sky prevailing
the rain is over and gone
