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 Looked it over, neck and breast,

Scanned it up and down,

Smelled it from the feathery brush

To the smooth brown crown.

Then, upon their haunches humbly dressed,

Two sharp barks of gratitude

Honorably paid:

"Farewell! We, your servants three,

Send you thanks, sweet maid!

Sayonara!" So they sought the wood.

She, with glad steps, homeward went

By the river banks,

Watching purple shadows climb

Fuji's wooded flanks,

Musing how fair Mercy brings Content.