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How many are they, how many are they
how many have I seen,
with the sun shining bright
learning from the rooster,
sewing up the little dog and
the little rat in the fields,
the ant in the hills,
the crow in the meadows,
the hare in the thicket,
the donkey dancing,
while in the middle of it all
the debt is choking with laughter.