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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476354" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Toy-Maker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I AM the Toy-maker; I have brought from the town<br>As much in my plack as should fetch a whole crown,<br>I'll array for you now my stock of renown<br>And man's the raree will show you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's a horse that is rearing to bound through the smoke<br>Of cannon and musket, and, face to that ruck,<br>The horseman with sword ready-held for the stroke,<br>Lord Lucan, maybe, or Prince Charlie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An old woman sitting and waiting for call,<br>With her baskets of cockles and apples and all;<br>A one-legged sailor attending a ball,<br>And a tailor and nailer busy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or would you have these? A goose ganging by,<br>With head up in challenge to all who come nigh;<br>A cock with a comb dangling over his eye,<br>And a hen on a clutch nicely sitting;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or a duck that is chasing a quick thing around,<br>Or a crow that is taking three hops on the ground,<br>Or an ass with head down (he is held in a pound);<br>Or a fox with his tail curled around him?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ship made of shells that have sheen of the sea,<br>All ready to sail for black Barbarie,<br>The Lowlands of Holland, or High Germanic<br>And who'll be the one that will steer her?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll speak of my trade: there's a day beyond day<br>When the hound needn't hunt and the priest needn't pray,<br>And the clerk needn't write, and the hen needn't lay,<br>Whence come all the things that I show you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the Toy-maker; upon the town wall<br>My crib is high up; I have down-look on all,<br>And coach and wheelbarrow I carve in my stall,<br>Making things with no troubles in them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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