Have you any wool?
Yes sir, three bags full.
One for my master,
One for my dame
And one for the little
Man who lives down
The lane!
So jijibaba you sink
Now at 8 and seek
Only kindness, love
And grace! The race is
Over, the sinkhole calls,
Down, down, down
As upward we are bound!
Victory, victory, victory!
Immortality graces us
As compassion prevails!
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