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The Zankiwank
They’d live like fairies in the land,
And never come to blows.

“That’s a very nice War Song—it’s so peaceful and soothing,” spake the Queen. “And now call the Poets from Freeland. This is the time for them to renew their licences, though I greatly fear that they have been taking so many liberties of late that any licence I can give them will prove superfluous.”

“Superfluous! Superfluous! That is a good word,” muttered the Zankiwank. “I wonder what it means?” Whereupon he went and asked Robin Goodfellow and all the other Fairies, but as nobody knew, it did not matter, and the Poets arriving at that moment he thought of a number and sat on a toadstool.

Maude recognised several of the Poets who came to have their licences renewed—she had heard of “poetic licence” before, but never dreamed that one had to get the unwritten freedom from Fairyland. But so it was. Several of the Poets seemed to be exorbitant in their demands, and