A Hart by the hunters pursued, Safely hid in a Vine, till he chewed The sweet tender green, And, through shaking leaves seen, He was slain by his ingratitude.
The Hen roosted high on her perch; Hungry Fox down below, on the search, Coaxed her hard to descend She replied, "Most dear friend! I feel more secure on my perch."
A Kid vowed to Jove, so might he Find his herd, & his herd did he see Soon, of lions the prey: Then 'twas--"Get me away, And a goat of the best take for fee."
Overladen the Ass was. The Horse Wouldn't help; but had time for remorse When the Ass lay dead there; For he then had to bear Both the load of the Ass & his corse.
O dear Six-pence, I've got Six-pence, I love Six-pence as I love my life; I'll spend a penny on't, and I'll lend another on't, And I'll carry fourpence home to my wife.
Two Maids killed the Rooster whose warning Awoke them too soon every morning: But small were their gains, For their Mistress took pains To rouse them herself without warning. ...
Though the Lion in love let them draw All his teeth, and pare down every claw, He'd no bride for his pains, For they beat out his brains Ere he set on his maiden a paw. ...
On a Statue--king Lion dethroned, Showing conqueror Man,--Lion frowned. "If a Lion, you know, Had been sculptor, he'd show Lion rampant, and Man on the ground."
A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily....
Once there lived a little man, Where a little river ran, And he had a little farm and little dairy O! And he had a little plough, And a little dappled cow,...
There was a little woman, as I've heard say, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol; She went to market, her eggs for to sell, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol. She went to market all on a market day,...
Through the town this good Man & his Son Strove to ride as to please everyone: Self, Son, or both tried, Then the Ass had a ride; While the world, at their efforts, poked fun. ...
In pity he brought the poor Snake To be warmed at his fire. A mistake! For the ungrateful thing Wife & children would sting. I have known some as bad as the Snake.
So the Mouse had Miss Lion for bride; Very great was his joy and his pride: But it chanced that she put On her husband her foot, And the weight was too much, so he died.
He buried his Gold in a hole. One saw, and the treasure he stole. Said another, "What matter? Don't raise such a clatter, You can still go & sit by the hole."
A poor thing the Mouse was, and yet, When the Lion got caught in a net, All his strength was no use 'Twas the poor little Mouse Who nibbled him out of the net.
The north wind doth blow And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then--poor thing? He'll sit in a barn To keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing--poor thing!
Giant Oak, in his strength & his scorn Of the winds, by the roots was uptorn: But slim Reeds at his side, The fierce gale did outride, Since, by bending the burden was borne.