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The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life / And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, / A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, / Yet his longing was great for the distant town.
He whistled a little frivolous tune / Which he felt to be pulsing with ecstasy, / For he thought that success always followed desire, / Such a very superlative fool was he.