A couple of Anna’s friends in my story like to sing. This is a folk song that they would know—it comes from Jiscwia, their home country. I tried to use a ballad’s 4-3 rhythm, but the scansion was a little tricky and the rhymes are missing entirely. I only know these four stanzas, but as you might guess, this sort of song could go on indefinitely. It always stops with the wolf, though:
I went out one morning to hear a fox bark;
He was asleep in the hay,
With a bag full of feathers lying by his side
And two chickens gone from the barn.
I went out one morning to see a fish jump;
But he hid under a log
In the shade and the shadows of the old cow pond,
And he wouldn’t come out to play.
I went out one morning to see a hawk fly;
He soared on most beautifully
Till I climbed a tree to gather an egg,
When he swooped down and drove me away.
I went out one morning to watch a wolf run;
I found him snarling by my barn.
Then I waved my arms and shouted “run away!”
And he chased me home again.