Author's Note: Now the path through the dim Khumba Forest,
Is a hushed and marvelous stroll,
But a choice at the entrance you’re given,
On whether to pay the path’s toll.
Pay what you want, says the old man,
Don’t worry about seeming rude.
For I’m blind and I’m lame,
And assign you no blame,
Since my cat can find his own food.
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