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Death is like the insect / Menacing the tree, / Competent to kill it, / But decoyed may be.
Bait it with the balsam, / Seek it with the knife, / Baffle, if it cost you / Everything in life.
Then, if it have burrowed / Out of reach of skill, / Ring the tree and leave it, -- / 'T is the vermin's will.