I’LL be an otter, and I’ll let you swim A mate beside me; we will venture down A deep, dark river, when the sky above Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we, Thick-coated; no dog’s tooth can bite at our veins With eyes and ears of poachers; deep-earthed ones Turned hunters; let him slip past The little vole; my teeth are on an edge For the King-fish of the River! I hold him up The glittering salmon that smells of the sea; I hold him high and whistle! Now we go Back to our earths; we will tear and eat Sea-smelling salmon; you will tell the cubs I am the Booty-bringer, I am the Lord Of the River; the deep, dark, full and flowing River.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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