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Two Friends by the Fire

As the moon of the night rose higher
Two old friends sit close to the fire.
Says one to the other,
“A fine evening, dear brother,
But what will you do on the morrow?”

“On the morrow, dear friend,
’tis the world I’ll offend,
As I declare myself ruler supreme.
I’ll sit on my throne,
In my very own home
And eat pudding and only drink cream.