Prišla je luna deva
obraz pogledat svoj,
prelepo ji odseva
iz ribnika nocoj.
Pa žabice bahate
smejo se rega re:
„Kdaj nas povabiš v svate,
dovolj si stara že!“
Škrjančki pa so peli,
da to spodobno ni,
so glavce v perje deli,
pospali sredi rži.
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