On beaches and lakes, vacationing parents delight in watching their young,
snow-white calves, covered all winter, are freshly exposed to the sun.
Their brief sojourn has just arrived,
But how the time will fly
’Twas late at night in the monastery; And the monks were all in bed. At half past twelve, when doctor came, His mind was filled with dread Because, you see, it was all so quiet He thought that they were … Continue reading →