Polihs Fables

[Gość: Casey]

TO THE CHILDREN

You who have cast aside every good grace,
Chasing a toy at a tremendous pace,
Chasing a toy flying too high in the air,
Listen my children to the fables I bear.

You who have never learned how to be true,
Scampering after each trifle that's new,
Which your greed then disfigures, stains and tears,
Listen my children to the fables I bear.

You who have taken some evil shape or other,
You who use fairy tales to deceive your brother,
Fairy tales born of a mind without care,
Listen my children to the fables I bear.

[Gość: Casey]

PREFACE TO THE FABLES.

There was a yong man who never lived by the golden mean;
There was an old man who never grumbled or screamed;
There was a rich man who shared with the poor and the lame;
There was an author happy that others had fame;
A soldier who did't boast, a rogue who didn't brawl;
A tailor who didn't drink, a tax man who never stole;
A minister who didn't lie or abuse his station,
A poet who never used his imagination.
-What sort of fable is this? All these things can be!
-Yes, but it all sounds just like a fable to me.

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THE RAT AND THE CAT

"They're giving me their blessing," a rat boasted to his kin,
Sitting on the altar as Mass was about to begin,
But when he started coughing from the clouds of incense smoke,
A cat pounced on him from behind to end his little joke.

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The Ocean grew impudent in its vast size
And said to the rivers, whom he despised:
"I don't need your water! Stop flooding my banks!"
But Tagus said: "Let us be; we deserve thanks,
We furrow the earth for your supremacy;
Were I not a river, you'd not be the sea."