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He was a lad -- a tender boy, / And she -- she held him as her toy, / And when she wearied of his way / And would with other playthings play, / I heard him say beneath his breath: / A fool am I; it is my death -- / She jilted me -- the little lass, -- / I will not let such fooling pass / But shift at once some bitter dart / Back -- back again into her heart, / But then thought he -- All those who play / With fools are fools as well as they, / And so he made a living rule: / It takes a fool to fool a fool.