Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands
Curtsied when you have, and kissed
The wild waves whist
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark! Bow-wow;
The watch dogs bark: bow-wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting Chanticleer
(A nursery rhyme, author unknown
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