Of Conceit

The New-hatched Chick will gladly show
Old Chanticleer the Way to Crow.

I N foolish Pride the Sparrow tried to stride
Beside the Crane — and split himself in twain.

" I' M always Right! " the Mouse squeaked from the Fern.
" Good! " thought the Owl. " Then you're Too Smart to Learn. "

I F we saw Others as they see Themselves,
The Hats of Men would all be Number Twelves.

Until the Donkey tried to clear
The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
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