At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" Eye to eye and head to head, (Keep the measure, Nag) This shall end when one is dead; (At thy pleasure, Nag) Tum for tum and twist for twist (Run and hide thee, Nag) Hah! The hooded Death has missed! (Woe betide thee, Nag!)
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