To This Lesson In Greed, Pray, Little Ones, Heed: Each Day, We Are Told, A Most Wonderful Hen Laid An Egg Made Of Gold For This Meanest Of Men. So Greedy Was He, He Was Not Satisfied. "What Is One Egg To Me? I Want All That' Inside!" He Cut Off Her Head, And Began To Explore. But The Poor Hen Was Dead. And Could Lay Eggs No More.
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