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I met a little person on my land, / A-fishing in the waters of my stream; / He seemed a man, yet could not understand / Things that to most men very simple seem.
"Get off! " said I; "this land is mine, my friend! / Get out! " said I; "this brook belongs to me! / I own the land, and you must make an end / Of fishing here so free.