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The Chipmunk who in Autumn filled his Cell
Can pass the hardest Winter fairly well.

A BUNDANCE comes not at your Beck.
The Fowls must Scratch before they Peck.

W HEN Famine must be fed,
Remember, Crumbs are Bread.

The Squirrel has his Playtime in the Spring,
And not when Nuts are Ripe for Garnering.

T HREE Æons spent themselves to store with Power
The Coal that keeps you warm a Single Hour.
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