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Then the waves all laughed,
 * In their voices sweet;

And the sea-birds looked,
 * From their rocky seat,

At the bubble gay,
 * Who angrily cried,

While its round cheek glowed
 * With a foolish pride,—

You shall move for me;
 * And you shall not mock

At the words I say,
 * You ugly, rough rock.

Bc silent, wild birds!
 * Why stare you so?

Stop laughing, rude waves.
 * And help me to go!

For I am the queen
 * Of the ocean here,

And this cruel stone
 * Cannot make me fear."

Dashing fiercely up,
 * With a scornful word,

Foolish Bubble broke;
 * But Rock never stirred.

Then said the sea-birds,
 * Sitting in their nests,

To the little ones
 * Leaning on their breasts,—

Be not like Bubble,
 * Headstrong, rude, and vain.

Seeking by violence
 * Your object to gain;