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224 "I'll sing you a little song that has got what your uncle calls a moral to it," said Lorelei, laughing mischievously. Then, in her breezy little voice, she sang the story of—

Oh! a bare, brown rock
 * Stood up in the sea,

The waves at its feet
 * Dancing merrily.

A little bubble
 * Came sailing by,

And thus to the rock
 * Did it gayly cry,—

Ho! clumsy brown stone,
 * Quick, make way for me:

I'm the fairest thing
 * That floats on the sea.

See my rainbow-robe,
 * See my crown of light,

My glittering form,
 * So airy and bright.

O'er the waters blue,
 * I'm floating away,

To dance by the shore
 * With the foam and spray.

Now, make way, make way;
 * For the waves are strong,

And their rippling feet
 * Bear me fast along."