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'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day, I have not found a thing to eat For only rubbish comes my way. Am I to live on lebeen-lone?' Muttered the old crane of Gort. For all my pains on lebeen-lone.

King Guari walked amid his court The palace-yard and river-side And there to three old beggars said: 'You that have wandered far and wide Can ravel out what's in my head. Do men who least desire get most, Or get the most who most desire? ' A beggar said: 'They get the most