The story
is well known: on a hot day
St.
Brigid unfastened her cloak
And hung
it on a sunbeam.
The beam
was astonished; "I have crossed
96,260,000
miles,
(Give or
take the odd foot or three),
Through
trackless space at unthinkable speed
Only to
find myself at last a coathook?"
"Don't
blame me," said the cloak;"I had every intent
Of
falling in a heap to the ground, perhaps
Picking
up some dirt and leaves while there
But who
has it in them to say no to Brigid?"
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