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Rudyard Kipling - Cain and Abel
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Cain and Abel were brothers born.
(Koop-la! Come along, cows!)

One raised cattle and one raised corn.
(Koop-la! Come along! Co-hoe!)

And Cain he farmed by the river-side,
So he did not care how much it dried.

For he banked, and he sluiced, and he ditched and he led
(And the Corn don`t care for the Horn)—

A-half Euphrates out of her bed
  To water his dam` Corn!

But Abel herded out on the plains
Where you have to go by the dams and rains.

It happened, after a three-year drought,
The wells, and the springs, and the dams gave out.

The Herd-bulls came to Cain`s new house
(They wanted water so!—)
With the hot red Sun between their brows,
Sayin` "Give us water for our pore cows!"
  But Cain he told `em—"No!"

The Cows they came to Cain`s big house
With the cold white Moon between their brows,
Sayin` "Give some water to us pore cows!"
   But Cain he told `em—"No?"

The li`l Calves came to Cain`s fine house
With the Evenin` Star between their brows,
 Sayin` "`Give us water an` we`ll be cows."
   But Cain he told `em—"No!"

The Herd-bulls led `em back again,
An` Abel went an` said to Cain: —
"Oh  sell me water, my brother dear,
Or there will be no beef this year."
  And Cain he answered—"No! "

"Then draw your hatches, my brother true,
An` let a little water through."
  But Cain he answered: -"No!

"My dams are tight an` my ditches are sound,
An` not a drop goes through or round
  Till she`s done her duty by the Corn.

"I will not sell, an` I will not draw,
An` if you breach, I`ll have the Law,
   As sure as you are borne! "

Then Abel took his best bull-goad,
An` holed a dyke on the Eden road.

He opened her up with foot an` hand,
An` let Euphrates loose on the land.

He spilled Euphrates out on the plain,
So`s all his cattle could drink again.

Then Cain he saw what Abel done—
But, in those days, there was no Gun!

So he made him a club of a hickory-limb,
An` halted Abel an` said to him: —

"I did not sell an` I did not draw,
An` now  you`ve breached I`ll have the Law.

"You ride abroad in your hat and spurs,
Hell-hoofin` over my cucumbers!

"You pray to the Lord to send you luck
An` you loose your steers in my garden-truck:

"An` now you`re bust, as you ought to be,
You can keep on prayin` but not to me!"

Then Abel saw it meant the life;
But, in those days, there was no Knife:

So he up with his big bull-goad instead,
But—Cain hit first and dropped him dead!

The Herd-bulls ran when they smelt the blood,
An` horned an` pawed in that Red Mud.
The Calves they bawled, and the Steers they milled,
Because it was the First Man Killed;
An` the whole Herd broke for the Land of Nod, 
An` Cain was left to be judged by God!

But, seein` all he had had to bear,
I never could call the Judgment fair!
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