Chapter X

About his throne with laughter shrill the lads and lasses came,
And put their little hands in his and bade him make a game;
So still he rules and still he helps the children with their fun.
Of course he’ll never die himself, there being only one--
One calm, persistent Zagabog,
One good pre-Cambrian Zagabog
Beyond the setting sun.

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