With merry laugh the little maid
Goes singing on her way,

And now she sees

a birdie’s nest,

Now plucks a primrose gay.

She meets dear Father in the wood,
And soon she quite forgot
That she must haste

to win her race,

Though Mr. Wolf did not.

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