A Wolf, who roamed the mountain side,
Beheld his Shadow stretching wide,
Considerably magnified,
Because 'twas nearing eventide.
Then said the Wolf, the while he eyed
That shadow with increasing pride:
" Why thus should I in fear abide
Of lion's roar or lion's stride —
Could I not eat him hair and hide? "
Meanwhile the hungry Lion spied
This most complacent Wolf and tried
The matter out ... the Wolf he died,
And dying, mournfully he cried:

MORAL

" Woe worth the fool self-satisfied. "