Classic Poem

I put an Ant in a Spider's web;
The Spider, a greedy, grasping sinner,
Collared the Ant for an early dinner,
Forgetting, of course, the Robin's neb!

On the apple-tree Miss Robin sat,
And the morning's tragedy horrified her —
Down she flew and gobbled the Spider,
Forgetting, of course, the watching Cat.

" Mew! my turn to do my bit, "
Said the Cat, place-proud, benignant, subtle —
Down through the branches shot like a shuttle,
Straight on the Robin and gobbled it.

I know no moral to take from that —
Yet think, a hoary unshriven Sinner,
When I see sweet ladies eating their dinner,
Of the Ant, the Spider, the Robin and Cat.