A Fox, who on the cliffs would gambol,
Once fell and caught upon a Bramble,
And having pricked and torn his soles,
He roared indignant rigmaroles:
" Thou bush of a Satanic seed
That makest me, the Fox, to bleed! "
The Bramble patiently replied:
" Were't not for me, you'd soon have died
Down there below the mountain-side. "

MORAL

When remedies are rather drastic,
We do not wax enthusiastic.