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44 With blood-shot eyes upon him stared. 'Time's up,' he cried, and all the three Fell down upon the dust and snored.

'Maybe I shall be lucky yet,  Now they are silent,' said the crane. 'Though to my feathers in the wet  I've stood as I were made of stone   And seen the rubbish run about.  It's certain there are trout somewhere  And maybe I shall take a trout  If but I do not seem to care.'