Classic Poem

A Lark, whose nest was in the field
Which soon a ripened crop would yield,
Instructed well her little brood,
As forth she flew in search of food,
To make report of every word
That in her absence might be heard.
When back she came, the Young Ones fell
To chirping madly, and pell-mell
To quiver round her: " Mama Lark,
O fetch us off before 'tis dark!
The Farmer said unto his son:
" To-morrow early up and run
To all the neighbors of the plain,
That they may help us reap the grain." "
The old Lark twittered: " Cease your sorrow;
The grain will not be reaped to-morrow. "
Next day when back she flew again,
The Young Ones chirped a like refrain:
" O Mama Lark, O Mama Lark,
O fetch us off before 'tis dark!
The Farmer said unto his son:
" Of all our neighbors never one
It seems can be depended on.
To-morrow early up and run
To all our cousins of the plain
That they may help us reap the grain." "
The old Lark twittered: " Cease your sorrow;
The grain will not be reaped to-morrow. "
Next day when back she flew again,
The Young Ones chirped a like refrain:
" O Mama Lark, O Mama Lark,
O fetch us off before 'tis dark!
The Farmer said unto his son:
" With kin and neighbors I am done.
To-morrow early up and bring
Two sickles and the binding string;
And we together will proceed
To reap the grain." " The Old Lark: " We'd
Do well to quit this nest indeed. "

MORAL

When men at last are forced by fate
To work, they won't procrastinate.