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 The cunning Moon looked on and laughed

With a shrill and sneering jibe;

Her soul grew fat f o see them chaffed,

This mad and elfish trib e.

Th e big black caldron toiled so high

With food for these queer mites,

That it lit the world throughout the sky,

And down cam e all the Sprites.