Seeking of all his fee;

And their presents into his pannier pour,

Yet never a whit cares he!

For a wicker-work man is Melchior droll,

A wicker-work man, and no more;

But the people love him, with heart and soul,

As he rides from door to door!

[ONE OF THE TWELVE]
A Christmas Carol
From the Provençal of Roumanille