Fearful rabbit heart does pound,
On island shore, cruel sirens sound.
From North, a threat does further rise,
Underneath the trembling skies.

Long-aged drink of corn and rye,
Sees its demand 'neath the market lie.
The goat of Fortune leaps no more,
For Jack and Brown, in days of yore.

Dog in market, house to house,
Chases tail, quiet as a mouse.
Dreams of swift and shiny gold,
In each home, a story told.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

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