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Clatter, clatter, clatter, clack,
Rode the humpback o'er his back,
While the Monster-Marvel Whale
Eyed them as he swished his tail,
Opening his huge jaws wide
As most bitterly he sighed:
"May God speed you, gentles two -
Whither bound, and whence are you?"
"We're the Maid's envoys, see-
From the capital are we,"
Little humpbacked horse replied-
"Eastward, to the Sun, we ride,
To his residence of gold."
»Fathers, may I make so bold,«
Said the whale, "to beg of you,
When you reach the heavens blue,
Ask the Sun, how long must I
Suffer this disgrace, and why?
For what sins, let him explain,
Must I bear this grief and pain?"
»Yes, yes, Monster Whale, all right,«
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