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CREAK, little wood thing, creak, / When I touch you with elbow or knee; / That is the way you speak / Of one who gave you to me!
You, little table, she brought- / Brought me with her own hand, / As she looked at me with a thought / That I did not understand.
-Whoever owns it anon, / And hears it, will never know / What a history hangs upon / This creak from long ago.