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COBBLER AND STORK
Cobbler.
STORK, I am justly wroth,
For thou hast wronged me sore;
The ash roof-tree that shelters thee
Shall shelter thee no more!
Stork.
Full fifty years I've dwelt
Upon this honest tree,
And long ago (as people know!)
I brought thy father thee.
What hail hath chilled thy heart,
That thou shouldst bid me go?
Speak out, I pray—then I'll away,
Since thou commandest so.
Cobbler.
Thou tellest of the time
When, wheeling from the west,
This hut thou sought'st and one thou brought'st
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