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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