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THE SYCOPHANTIC FOX
AND
THE GULLIBLE RAVEN
A raven sat upon a tree,
And not a word he spoke, for
His beak contained a piece of Brie,
Or, maybe, it was Roquefort:
We'll make it any kind you please—
At all events, it was a cheese.
And not a word he spoke, for
His beak contained a piece of Brie,
Or, maybe, it was Roquefort:
We'll make it any kind you please—
At all events, it was a cheese.
Beneath the tree's umbrageous limb
A hungry fox sat smiling;
He saw the raven watching him,
And spoke in words beguiling.
"J' admire," said he, "ton beau plumage."
(The which was simply persiflage.)
A hungry fox sat smiling;
He saw the raven watching him,
And spoke in words beguiling.
"J' admire," said he, "ton beau plumage."
(The which was simply persiflage.)
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