they that day
On the bright meadow, while at their play.

Six little swallows came and flew round,
Over the tree-tops, over the ground;
Butterflies, also, did not disdain
Near them to flutter, glad to remain.

There on the herbage tender and green
Might these two brothers, playful be seen:
Never they quarrelled; no angry words,
Hastily uttered, shocked the dear birds.

All through the daytime there the two played,
Sometimes in sunshine, sometimes in shade.
"And did not quarrel? Please stop your shams!"
"I tell you truly. Why, they were lambs!"