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A FABLE. |
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Jove smiled, and to their fate resign'd The restless, thankless, rebel kind; Left to themselves, they went to work, First signed a treaty with king Stork.
He swore that they, with his alliance, To all the world might bid defiance; Of lawful rule there was an end on't, And frogs were henceforth—independent.
At which the croakers, one and all, Proclaim'd a feast, and festival! But joy to-day brings grief to-morrow ; Their feasting o'er, now enter sorrow !
The Stork grew hungry, long'd for fish; The monarch could not have his wish • In rage he to the marshes flies, And makes a meal of his allies.
Then grew so fond of well-fed frogs, He made a larder of the bogs ! Say, Yankees, don't you feel compunction, At your unnatural, rash conjunction ? |
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