I would like you for a comrade,
For I love you, that I do,
I never met a little girl
As amiable as you;
I would teach you how to dance and sing,
And how to talk and laugh,
If I were not a little girl
And you were not a calf.
I would like you for a comrade,
You should share my barley meal,
And butt me with your little horns
Just hard enough to feel;
We would lie beneath the chestnut trees
And watch the leaves uncurl,
If I were not a clumsy calf
And you a little girl.