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Robbers carry a treasure
Into a field of wheat.
With a great bag of silk
They go on careful feet.
They dig a hole, deep, deep,
They bury it under a stone,
Cover it up with turf,
Leave it alone.
What is there in the bag?
Stones that shine, gold?
I cannot rob the robbers!
THEY have not told.
To-night I’d like to know
If they will go
Softly to find the treasure?
I’d like to know
How much yellow gold
A bag like that can hold?