fable

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There was a pasha once
who lived by the edge of the sea
he could do the tiger’s dance
and the song of the wallaby.
His skin was crinkled and brown
as the husk of a coconut fruit;
he lived on the berries he’d sown
and on gold from some sunk pirate’s loot.
One day while at work on his nets,
a sea-sprite came washed up on shore.
It asked for some much needed help
And vowed untold treasures and more.
The pasha looked into its eyes
and brought the sea-sprite to sea,
and kissed its forehead farewell,
and it swam away gratefully.
The pasha still lives by the shore
and still waltzes the tiger’s dance,
and he belts out the great lion’s roar,
and he sings of the lovebird’s romance.
But now he’s richer by far
than any king I’ve ever known
for the sea-sprite gave him the stars
in the eyes of his new wife and son.
So my story it now comes to end,
To the pasha, his son and his wife
say goodbye with a smile now, my friend,
As we leave them in happy good life.
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