The black cat—look! he leaves his wonted place,
And hark! he speaks: “Then, king of cats am I!“
And with this first and last word for good-by,
Up, up the chimney he hath vanished quite.
“Our dear, our good Black Prince!” the children cry;
“We always thought he should be king by right,
But we shall miss him sadly, both by day and night.”
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The legend saith (I know no more than you,
Reader of fairy lore with fancy fraught),