Old Tortoise the Wise One: Iv
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down a hilly route one huge log of wood
staring at the face both gazelle & her friend
like a bridge of test for an old wisdom bag
then climbeth old tortoise with many a lag
struggling to smuggle his bag over the log
at last lay he beside his bag & by the log!
“old tortoise, the wise!” exclaim’d the other
“thot you’ve gotten enough wisdom to trade
seeing a huge bag inherited from your father
& for this voyage to the field to be well made
first drop the bag on that log for an ease of entry
& having crossed the bag the wise gains the entry!”
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