A king, in times long, long gone by,
Said to his lazy jester;
"If I were you and you were I
My moments merrily would fly--
No care nor grief to pester."
"The reason, Sire, that you would thrive,"
The fool said--"if you'll hear it--
Is that of all the fools alive
Who owne you for their sovereign, I've
The most forgiving spirit."
Oogem Bem.
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