And for those who would help him plants snares and digs pits.
“I Can” is a giant, unbending he stands,
There is strength in his arms, and skill in his hands,
He asks for no favors, he wants but a share
Where labor is honest and wages are fair.
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“Now, let’s stick together, boys,” said the first of three flies as they lit on the piece of tanglefoot.
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