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A rascal and angel got together once They were sitting and playing cards
The rascal had all four aces on hand While the angel had a jack of hearts.
So he unfastened its wings and then Just threw them on table cloth
The sky, with a smile, was looking at them Through the blur of the window glass
Now the rascal got hold of the wing he'd won Took them to the pawn-shop, and
With the money he'd won he bought himself Marked cards of the latest brand.
Then he came back and suggested that he Should place his stake again,
The sky was looking at them with a sneer Through the height of the window pane.
All ended the way it should always end The ending is always bright:
The dragon gets killed with a spear, and The princess marries all right.
The rascal sells feather at the market place Down feather from angel's wings.
The angel flies up in the heavenly space, It's winged as before, that is.
So what is the fable's moral and gyst? It has got no moral, I'd say.
Just one was born to be a horned beast The other a born bird of prey.
So you'll die the kind of creature you've been, Who needs the kind of you, boy?
It's heaven looking down at us Feeling anguish and joy