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Calls `fortune` and prints it as is, in Jive and Valspeak.


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English text

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. -- James Henry Leigh Hunt, "Abou Ben Adhem"

English variant — jive

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase. Right On! ) Awoke one night fum some deep dream uh peace, And saw, widin de moonlight in his room, Makin' it rich, and likes some lily in bloom, An angel writin' in some scribblin' uh gold. Exceedin' peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And t'de presence in de room he said, "What scribblest dou?" De vision raised its 'haid, And wid some look made uh all sweet acco'd, Answered, "De dojiggers uh dose who love da damn Lo'd." "And be mine one?" said Abou. Man! "Nay not so," Replied da damn angel. Abou spoke mo'e low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray dee den, Write me as one dat loves his fellow-men. 'S coo', bro." De angel wrote, and vanished. De next night It came again wid some great wakenin' light, And showed da damn dojiggers whom love uh God had blessed, And lo. Right On! Ben Adhem's dojigger led all de rest. -- James Henry Leigh Hunt, "Abou Ben Adhem"

English variant — valspeak

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase! Oh, wow!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, like, within thuh moonlight in his room, Makin' it rich, like, wow, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writin' in a book of gold. Exceedin' peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to thuh presence in thuh room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, like, "The names of those who love thuh Lord." "And is like wow! mine one?" said Abou. "Nay not so," Replied thuh angel. Abou spoke more low, Man, cheerly still; and said, fer shure, "I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, mostly, and vanished. The next night It came again with a awesum wakenin' light, And showed thuh names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Oh, wow! Ben Adhem's name led all thuh rest. -- James Henry Leigh Hunt, like, wow, "Abou Ben Adhem"