Classic Poem

A little Ass with little sense,
But plenty of impertinence,
Remarked with impish mockery
And ears that flapped consumedly,
Unto the Boar, the lord of Swine:
" Your humble servant, brother mine. "
The solemn Boar, as somewhat nettled,
In equanimity unsettled,
With noble snout began to dip
To give the Ass's flank a rip,
But, stifling passion, satisfied
Resentment, as he thus replied:
" You spavined shank, you hide, you husk,
I will not foul my glorious tusk
By making such a creature bleed,
Though 'twere an easy feat indeed. "

MORAL

True dignity will never bend
With its inferiors to contend.