It was so peaceful by the burn in the woodland that Algy was reluctant to move on. So he found himself a comfortable perch on a large, mossy branch overhanging the water, leaned his back firmly against the massive tree trunk, and started to sing to himself (and to anyone else who might be listening):

          Orpheus with his lute made trees,
          And the mountain tops that freeze,
          Bow themselves when he did sing:
          To his music plants and flowers
          Ever sprung; as sun and showers
          There had made a lasting spring.

[Algy is singing the first part of a song by William Shakespeare from his play Henry VIII, Act III, Scene 1.]

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