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“Who never had a job as god

Will never know, indeed,

The precarious existence

A busy god must lead.

He has to lock the imps of night

In, with the devil’s troop,—

Then call the little twinkling stars

Like chickens, to their coop.

“But my real troubles just begin

When folks get out of bed;

With all their noisy racket

I almost lose my head.