Why do you ever come back then, at all? What do you find to attract you in this poor drab little country? said the rat.
Do you suppose you're the only living thing that craves with a hungry longing to hear the cuckoo's note again? said the second swallow.
In due time we shall be homesick once more for the quiet water lilies swaying in the surface of the stream. Just now our blood dances to other music.