There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering

His stomach growled loud like a bear. His classmates laughed like hyenas

Why are they here? Where have they come from? What’s the purpose behind? Why are they here?

I often wondered when I cursed, Often feared where I would be Wondered where she’d yield her love, When I yield, so will she. I would her will be pitied! Cursed be love! She pitied me His childish pride he often pleases

His childish pride he often pleases By giving people strange disease.