_Red Fox._ How now, brother Hans? Is it not well with you?
_Hans._ Alas! My sister is not satisfied with the palace.
_Hans._ She wishes the great silvery moon for her plaything.
The great silvery moon! The great silvery moon! The great silvery moon!
Go, little Hans. It shall _not_ be as she wishes. You will find the cupboard empty, the toys gone, and your home again a little cottage.
TIME—_Evening_ PLACE—_Garden_ CHARACTERS—_Lady Moon_, _Child_
_Child._ Lady Moon, Lady Moon,<br>Where are you roving?
_Child._ Lady Moon, Lady Moon,<br>Whom are you loving?
_Child._ Are you not tired with rolling and never Resting to sleep? Why look so pale and so sad, as Forever wishing to sleep?
_Lady Moon._ Ask me not this, little child, if you love me. You are too bold. I must obey my dear Father above me And do as I’m told.
_Child._ Lady Moon, Lady Moon,<br>Where are you roving?
_Child._ Lady Moon, Lady Moon,<br>Whom are you loving?
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_First Pig._ I’m leaving mother,<br>I’ve grown so big.
_Child._ So big, young pig! So young, so big! What! leaving your mother, you foolish young pig?
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_Second Pig._ I’ve got a new spade, and I’m going to dig.
_Child._ To dig, little pig! A little pig dig! Well, I never saw a pig with a spade that could dig.
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_Third Pig._ Why, I am going to have a nice ride in a gig.
_Child._ In a gig, little pig! What, a pig in a gig! Well, I never saw a pig ride in a gig.
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_Fourth Pig._ I’m going to the barber’s, to buy me a wig.
_Child._ A wig, little pig! A pig in a wig! Why, who ever before saw a pig in a wig?
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_Fifth Pig._ Why, I’m going to the ball, to dance a fine jig!
_Child._ A jig, little pig! A pig dance a jig! Well, I never before saw a pig dance a jig!
_Child._ Where are you going to, you little pig?
_Sixth Pig._ I’m going to the fair, to run a fine rig.
_Child._ A rig, little pig! A pig run a rig! Well, I never before saw a pig run a rig.
_Child._ Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?
_Mr. Jay._ From the land of play, from the land of play.
_Child._ Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove?