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 Round the little bleeding leg:

Offered fish and rice.

Plain as speech the black eyes said:

"Oh, that's very nice!

Yet, go men nasaimashi, I beg

"Leave, kind Princess! now to go

Where my parents wait

Close by yonder bean-straw stacks:

Sad must be their state:

That is my Okkâsan, whining so!"

Therefore, while the old ones gaze,

Gently on the ground

Sets she down the wistful cub:

At one happy bound

Leaps it through the lilies, clears the belt of maize.

Wounded foot forgetting

To its kind it sped;

Licked its loving dam all over,

Licked its father's head:

Gravely those old foxes, left and right,