07 Dec




















1 do not like the colour of his hide. That Cockatoo, perched upon yonder tree, Is mueli more fair to see. Observe, my friends, how his white wings unfold; And see upon his head That crest as yellow as tlie brightest gold — Let's vote for him, instead." So, without more ado, The biggest asses chose the Cockatoo ; The bird in question swearing to redress Their grievous wrongs, and help them in distress. .y. A£, j^ At 4t ■^ TT T¥* T^ ^F Soon after this, some peasants passing near Observed the asses with their chosen chief, Yet wthout sign of fear They seized our long-eared friends, and on their backs Piled heavy sacks. And with strong ropes arrested their career. The Cockatoo flew screaming to the wood. Then one ass spoke, in tones of bitter grief — ■ " Oil, brothers in misfortune, it is plain That they who seek defenders of a cause Will find mere colour treacherous and vain. When what they really need are teeth and claws. 'Tis very plain, had we the lion here. Our tyrants now woiald welter in their blood ;

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