a soft tune and dandles three 

 saucepans blissfully dancing ; and, 

 from the little hole that lights up 

 its inside, defies the good dog who 

 cannot approach, by constantly 

 putting out at him its fiery tongue. 

 The clock, bored in its oak case, 

 before striking the august hour of 

 meal time, swings its great gilt 

 navel to and fro ; and the cunning 

 flies tease your ears. On the glit- 

 tering table lie a chicken, a hare, 

 three partridges, besides other 

 things which are called fruits — 

 peaches, melons, grapes — a n d 



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