The sun's upon the mountains
The light the trees are letting
Dances of shadow and light
Form a picturesque setting
The night spent its time
Plotting, brooding, betting
But upon the sun's might it fell
Into corners fretting
The dew lay on the grass
Perched on it and wetting
Morning took the dew away
Into heavens waiting
Beast and bird were stirred
Roused with eyes batting
They took in the morning air
And went off for a snacking
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