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Wild geese heading north
With a sad and mournful cry
Whom do you lament?
Was there in the flock last year
One who does not reappear?

They had nothing left to drink; no potatoes, no seaweed and no rice-cakes; the neighbourhood could supply nothing of this kind, and so their wants could not be satisfied. They could do nothing more than suck the head of a trout. What must the trout have thought of everybody sucking it in turn!