I went to the wood and got it,|
I sat me down and looked at it,
The more I looked at it, the less I liked it,
And brought it home because I couldn't help it.
I went to the wood and I got it;
I sat me down, and I sought it;
I kept it still against my will,
And so by force home I brought it.
An old riddle, that Homer is said
to have been distressed at being unable to solve.
Solution: A thorn.
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