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The sun, with his great eye, / Sees not so much as I; / And the moon, all silver-proud, / Might as well be in a cloud.
And O the spring -- the spring!
I lead the life of a King!
Couch'd in the teeming grass, / I spy each pretty lass.
I look where no one dares, / And I stare where no one stares, / And when the night is nigh, / Lambs bleat my lullaby.