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 Saying, "O bees, be this your home,
 * For grief is on the seas!"

He sate him lone in a coral grot,
 * At the flowing in of the tide;

When ebbed the billow, there was not,
 * Save coral, aught beside.

So hairy apes in three white beds,
 * And nightcaps, one and nine,

On moonlit pillows lay three heads
 * Bemused with dwarfish wine.

A tomb of coral, the dirge of bee,
 * The grey apes' guttural groan

For Alliolyle, for Lallerie,
 * For thee, O Muziomone!