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 "Tell it, Hag!" he cries, "and swear

Never more to prowl!"

Pants the Witch, "I swear! If you

Grate, in her rice-bowl,

Fox's liver, woes will disappear."

Itô from the Night-Wolf tore

One huge bristling ear.

In the morning all awakened,

Ah, the joy, the fear!

Haru smiling! Blood upon the floor!

Statesmen five, and waitresses,

Sore ashamed to drowse!

Gladness in the royal heart,

Joyaunce in the house!

Itô's hurt O Haru's own hand dresses!

Then he showed the ear, and told them

How the Witch's breath

Spread a spell of slumber round

Deep as sleep of death.

"I myself had nodded, but, behold them!