from AS YOU LIKE IT
act II scene V
                - Shakespeare

Amiens:
 Under the greenwood tree,
   Who loves to lie with me,
   And turn his merry note
   Unto the sweet bird's note
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
   Here shall he see
   No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Amiens, Jaques and others:
   Who doth ambition shun,
   And loves to lie i' the sun,
   Seeking the food he eats,
   And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
   Here he shall see
   No enemy
But winter and rough weather.