Round the little bleeding leg:
Offered fish and rice.
Plain as speech the black eyes said:
"Oh, that's very nice!
Yet, go men nasaimashi, I beg
"Leave, kind Princess! now to go
Where my parents wait
Close by yonder bean-straw stacks:
Sad must be their state:
That is my Okkâsan, whining so!"
Therefore, while the old ones gaze,
Gently on the ground
Sets she down the wistful cub:
At one happy bound
Leaps it through the lilies, clears the belt of maize.
Wounded foot forgetting
To its kind it sped;
Licked its loving dam all over,
Licked its father's head:
Gravely those old foxes, left and right,
