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BEYOND the sunny Philippines

An island lies, whose name I do not know;

But that’s of little consequence, if so

You understand that there they had no hens,

Till, by a happy chance, a traveller,

After a while, carried some poultry there.

Fast they increased as anyone could wish,

Until fresh eggs became the common dish.