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A wagon driver cursed his luck
With tears of rage and pain
To see his wagon tightly stuck
Upon a muddy lane.
“O Hercules! O Hercules!”
He called a strong old god.
“Come to my aid! Release me, please,
With your almighty rod!”
And Hercules, out of the sky,
Came down at this appeal.
“O Man,” he roared, “why not apply
Your shoulder to the wheel?
“By heave and jerk and push and shove
You’ll get the wagon through!
You should not crave from powers above
What your own arms can do.”