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A FABLE.

"Near half our precious lives are spent

In idle dreams and napping."

"Yes, yes," outspoke another fowl,

Whose tongue outweighed his learning,

"All things are made for ganders, sure;

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For us the world is turning.

Then must we sacrifice our rights,

With half our pleasures, and-er

Be made the dupes of Madam Moon?

No! not if I'm a gander!"

"That's where you're sound," hissed out a third;

"'T is time her tricks were ended;

They 're all insulting, mean, and low,

And doubtless all intended.

Her place must instantly be filled

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