All things made he -- Shiva the Preserver . Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! He made all , -- Thorn for the camel , fodder for the kine , And mother 's heart for sleepy head , O little son of mine ! Wheat he gave to rich folk , millet to the poor , Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door ; Battle to the tiger , carrion to the kite , And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night . Naught he found too lofty , none he saw too low -- Parbati beside him watched them come and go ; Thought to cheat her husband , turning Shiv to jest -- Stole the little grasshopper and hid it in her breast . So she tricked him , Shiva the Preserver . Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! Turn and see . Tall are the camels , heavy are the kine , But this was Least of Little Things , O little son of mine ! When the dole was ended , laughingly she said , `` Master , of a million mouths , is not one unfed ? '' Laughing , Shiv made answer , `` All have had their part , Even he , the little one , hidden ` neath thy heart . '' From her breast she plucked it , Parbati the thief , Saw the Least of Little Things gnawed a new-grown leaf ! Saw and feared and wondered , making prayer to Shiv , Who hath surely given meat to all that live . All things made he -- Shiva the Preserver . Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! He made all , -- Thorn for the camel , fodder for the kine , And mother 's heart for sleepy head , O little son of mine ! Her Majesty 's Servants You can work it out by Fractions or by simple Rule of Three , But the way of Tweedle-dum is not the way of Tweedle-dee .
You can twist it , you can turn it , you can plait it till you drop , But the way XXXXX Pilly Winky 's not the way of Winkie Pop !
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