longer to sleep, since the goat-boy always came so early. Meanwhile Moni
climbed with his goats for an hour longer, farther and farther up to the
high cliffs above.

The higher up he mounted, the broader and more beautiful became the
view. From time to time he looked around him, then gazed up into the
bright sky, which was becoming bluer and bluer, then began to sing with
all his might, louder and louder and more merrily the higher he came:

"Up yonder in the fir trees,
Sing the birds in a choir,
And after the rain comes,
Comes the sun like a fire.

"And the sun and the stars
And the moon in the night,
The dear Lord has made them
To give us delight.

"In the spring there are flowers--
They are yellow and gold,
And so blue is the sky then
My joy can't be told.

"And in summer there are berries,
There are plenty if it's fine,
And the red ones and black ones,
I eat all from the vine.

"If there are nuts in the bushes