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Howsoe'er the tale be spread, / Puck, the pranksome, is not dead.
At such tidings of mishap, / Any breeze-blown columbine / Would but toss a scarlet cap, -- / Would but laugh, with shaken head, / "Trust it not, do not repine, / Puck, the pranksome, is not dead! " / If you know not what to think, / Ask the tittering bobolink; / Straightway shall the answer rise / Bubbling from his gleeful breast: / "Dead? 'Tis but his latest jest! / Robin Puck, the wild and wise, / Frolics on, and never dies!"