`` Now , make way , make way ; For the waves are strong , And their rippling feet Bear me fast along . '' But the great rock stood Straight up in the sea : It looked gravely down , And said pleasantly , -- `` Little friend , you must Go some other way ; For I have not stirred This many a long day . `` Great billows have dashed , And angry winds blown ; But my sturdy form Is not overthrown . `` Nothing can stir me In the air or sea ; Then , how can I move , Little friend , for thee ? '' Then the waves all laughed , In their voices sweet ; And the sea-birds looked , From their rocky seat , At the bubble gay , Who angrily cried , While its round cheek glowed With a foolish pride , -- `` You shall move for me ; And you shall not mock At the words I say , You ugly , rough rock ! `` Be silent , wild birds ! Why stare you so ? Stop laughing , rude waves , And help me to go ! `` For I am the queen Of the ocean here , And this cruel stone Can not make me fear . '' Dashing fiercely up , With a scornful word , Foolish bubble broke ; But rock never stirred . Then said the sea-birds , Sitting in their nests , To the little ones Leaning on their breasts , -- `` Be not like Bubble , Headstrong , rude , and vain , Seeking by violence Your object to gain ; `` But be like the rock , Steadfast , true , and strong , Yet cheerful and kind , And firm against wrong . `` Heed , little birdlings , And wiser you 'll be For the lesson learned To-day by the sea . '' `` Well , to be sure the song has got a moral , if that silly Fancy only sees it , '' said Uncle Fact , popping up his bald head again as the song ended . `` I thank you : that 's a good little song for me . But , Lorelei , are you sorry you came to be my friend ? '' cried Fancy ; for , as she bent to lay the crown on the other 's head , she saw that she was looking wistfully down into the water that kissed her feet . `` Not yet : while you love me , I am happy , and never regret that I ceased to be a mermaid for your sake , '' answered Lorelei , laying her soft cheek against her friend 's . `` How happy I was the day my play-mermaid changed to a real one ! '' said Fancy . `` I often want to tell people all about that wonderful thing , and let them know who you really are : then they 'd love you as I do , instead of calling you a little vagabond . ''
`` Few would believe our story ; and those that did would wonder at me , -- not XXXXX me as you do .
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