We children, we have a taste
For pleasure, we really like it,
We mess about and tease people,
When we are playing, needless to say;
We make a noise and we sing
And we run around,
And hop and jump
About in the grass.

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Hey, look at that, brothers,
Look at that butterfly there!
Who wants to catch it for us?
Oh no, just let him go!
There's another one flapping about over there,
Who must be his friend,
So don't hit him any of you
Otherwise that other one will cry.

Isn't that singing I can hear over there?
How majestic it sounds!
Young people, how splendidly
The nightingale is singing.
That's where she is sitting, up there
In the apple tree, there;
We ought to praise her
Then she will carry on singing.

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Let us plait ourselves a garland,
There are lots of flowers here.
Anybody who finds violets
Will get something in exchange for them!
The gift of a little kiss
Is what your mother will give you, possibly two.
Yippee! I've got one,
I've got one, yippee!

Oh, is it going down already,
Is the sun setting so early?
But we are still up and about,
Oh sun, forgive us!
So, see you tomorrow brothers,
Sleep well, good night!
Yes, tomorrow there is again going to be 
Play and laughter.