There
  lived
  a
  sage
  in
  days
  of
  yore
  
  
  And
  he
  a
  handsome
  pigtail
  wore
  
  
  But
  wondered
  much
  and
  sorrowed
  more
  
  
  Because
  it
  hung
  behind
  him
  
  He
  mused
  upon
  this
  curious
  case
  
  
  And
  swore
  he'd
  change
  the
  pigtail's
  place
  
  
  And
  have
  it
  hanging
  at
  his
  face
  
  
  Not
  dangling
  there
  behind
  him
  
  Says
  he
  "The
  mysteryo,
  I've
  found
  
  
  Says
  he
  "The
  mystery
  I've
  found
  
  
  I'll
  turn
  me
  round
  he
  turned
  him
  round
  
  
  But
  still
  it
  hung
  behind
  him
  
  Then
  round
  and
  round
  and
  out
  and
  in
  
  
  All
  day
  the
  puzzled
  sage
  did
  spin
  
  
  In
  vain
  it
  mattered
  not
  a
  pin
  
  
  The
  pigtail
  hung
  behind
  him
  
  And
  right
  and
  left
  and
  round
  about
  
  
  And
  up
  and
  down
  and
  in
  and
  out
  
  
  He
  turned
  but
  still
  the
  pigtail
  stout
  
  
  Hung
  steadily
  behind
  him
  
  And
  though
  his
  efforts
  never
  slack
  
  
  And
  though
  he
  twist
  and
  twirl
  and
  tack
  
  
  Alas
  Still
  faithful
  to
  his
  back
  
  
  The
  pigtail
  hangs
  behind
  him
  
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