Once I read about a Scotswoman who liked
To travel far and discover lands for herself,
To verify or contradict explorers' legends.
She came to Lebanon and found a lodgement
Among some Arabs in a tented camp.
They pressed her to share their sparse repast;
And they pitied her for her possessions.
When she returned after her adventures,
She wrote up her exotic tales, regaled folks
With anecdotes of wonder and hazards;
But she never forgot that pity she was given
By transient strangers for her possessions.
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