Yes; we knew a hundred ways

We might use it if we could;

To be happy all our days

As an Indian in a wood;

No more daily lesson task,

No more sorrow, no more care;

So we thought that we would ask

If he'd kindly lead us there.

Ah, but then he waved his fan,

Laughed and vanished through the wall;

Yet as in a dream, we ran

Tumbling after, one and all;

Never pausing once to think,

Panting after him we sped;

Far away his robe of pink

Floated backward as he fled.

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Down a secret passage deep,

Under roofs of spidery stairs,

Where the bat-winged nightmares creep,

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