The Pasture

I'M going out to clean the pasture spring;

        I'll only stop to rake the leaves away

        (And wait to watch the water clear, I may):

        I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

        I'm going out to fetch the little calf

        That's standing by the mother. It's so young,

        It totters when she licks it with her tongue.

        I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.