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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high, o'er Dale
When all at once, I saw a crowd
A host of juicy men and dwarves
Ten thousand slew I with narry a glance
Fluttering and dancing, in the breeze
...
When oft on my hoard I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood.
Up into the skies I fly
To hunt those pesky men for food.
And then with glory my heart fills
And I have to trample those damn daffodils.