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Beyond the sunny Philippines / An island lies, whose name I do not know; / But that's of little consequence, if so / You understand that there they had no hens; / Till, by a happy chance, a traveller, / After a while, carried some poultry there.
Fast they increased as any one could wish; / Until fresh eggs became the common dish.