Aesop Again
A Lamb one morning, on the brink
Of a brooklet, stooped to drink.
A Wolf, above, on mutton bent,
Assailed that hapless innocent.
“Vilest of varlets, dare you dream,
The while I drink, to rile the stream?”
Quoth Lamb, “How can I rile it, till
The stream you mention runs up hill?”
“Ha, caitiff! by your speech I know
You bit my father years ago!”
“How could I bite him?” Lamb replied,
“Ere I was born your father died.”
“Base miscreant! you mean I lie!
Now one or both of us must die!”
The Lambkin died, no doubt, but I've
A “notion” that the Wolf's alive!
And Logic, with a Lamb in sight,
Doth not impair his appetite.
Of a brooklet, stooped to drink.
A Wolf, above, on mutton bent,
Assailed that hapless innocent.
“Vilest of varlets, dare you dream,
The while I drink, to rile the stream?”
Quoth Lamb, “How can I rile it, till
The stream you mention runs up hill?”
“Ha, caitiff! by your speech I know
You bit my father years ago!”
“How could I bite him?” Lamb replied,
“Ere I was born your father died.”
“Base miscreant! you mean I lie!
Now one or both of us must die!”
The Lambkin died, no doubt, but I've
A “notion” that the Wolf's alive!
And Logic, with a Lamb in sight,
Doth not impair his appetite.
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