A poor shepherdess, Days of yore
If her asses bleats at grains' store
Whipped them with her heavy brass
Grain's for me and for thee-grass!
But after the shepherdess died
And the grains no one to hide
The shepherdess was in grass-lain
And asses ate all grass and grain
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