The moon on the pond looks like a ring,The stars all around, like pearls.

The fox is walking along the bank,Looking at her face in the eye of the pond.

Two birds sit and watch from beneath the leaves:“Is she not a true marvel indeed?

“With her brown coat, and her smiling eyes,Doesn't she walk like a professor, so wise?”

“She does,” said the other, “her coat is for show,But her mind and her soul are a trap, you know.”