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The Tortoise And The Mouse

A tortoise crawling o’er the plain,
Bearing her shelly house,
Met ‘fore she long had traveled
A fat and pompous mouse,
Who said: “I pity one past telling,
Who hath to carry such a dwelling.”

“Reserve your pity, pray, my friend,”
The tortoise calm replied,
“And hie you to the palaces
Of man, to bloat your pride;
Though mine is formed of clumsy bone,
And is not handsome– ’tis my own.”
- Ignacy Krasicki
(Contributed by Beni on Friday, April 8th, 2011)
 
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