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 LD King Caraway
 * Supped on cake,

And a cup of sack
 * His thirst to slake;

Bird in arras
 * And hound in hall

Watched very softly
 * Or not at all;

Fire in the middle,
 * Stone all round

Changed not, heeded not,
 * Made no sound;

All by himself
 * At the Table High

He'd nibble and sip
 * While his dreams slipped by;

And when he had finished,
 * He'd nod and say,

"Cake and sack
 * For King Caraway!"