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A hawk while soaring on the wing, / O'er a tiny sparkling spring, / Beheld a sleek and beauteous mink, / Was enjoying a bath and drink.
And though the hawk was bent on slaughter / The mink was more at home on water, / And it is strange this curious quarrel / All occurred in a sunk barrel.
In the Township of Nissouri, / There the hawk it came to sorrow, / But it strove often for to sink, / In vain it strove to drown the mink, / But mink it did successful balk, / All the attacks were made by hawk, / The bird was drenched, it could not fly, / And ne'er again it soared on high.