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Hilda Conkling

Short Story

I found the gold on the hill;

I found the hid gold!

The wicked queen

Stole the gold,

Hid it under a stone

And never told.

The selfish queen

Rolling away

In her white limousine,

Never knew nor dreamed

That I searched all day

Till I found the gold,

The gold!