Come calf now to mother, <br />Come lamb that I choose, <br />Come cats, one and t' other, <br />With snowy-white shoes, <br />Come gosling all yellow, <br />Come forth with your fellow, <br />Come chickens so small, <br />Scarce walking at all, <br />Come doves, that are mine now, <br />With feathers so fine now! <br />The grass is bedewed, <br />The sunlight renewed, <br />It's early, early, summer's advancing <br />But autumn soon comes a-dancing!<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-5/
