
Twisted the threads again and again
Night and day, in light and rain.
Till they had no more hope,
Than to become a strong rope.
The little bell and its ring,
Looked perfect for the rope string.
A noose it became, when I put a knot,
And was ready for the final shot.
One eye, one aim and one throw
Towards the beast, that mew
Then came the sound of the bell
Alas, it ran away into its cell
A month or more it may take
Before that monster finally wake
Only then can I be sure,
If I have belled it, forever!
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