
With one stone cast two birds fell dead,
The act, how did he do?
Was his aim all that great
He who by the stone was threw?
And of his skill should he be proud?
Such a thing to do?
What was the secret to his skill
Of which he boasted he could do?
Ah, no the faker, it was not so
The truth must be confessed
The stone was thrown from a meter high
Down on chicks in a fallen nest.
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