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(Short Poems in Prose)
On a wagon, bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
High above her, there’s a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh…
The donkey greets the horse with his greeting. He says: “How is it that you are limping? Walk slowly to be sure you don’t fall. You’ll never be able to canter. You’ve surely grown old…
A Lion on his deathbed lay.
There’s truth in every word I say.
He was gravely ill indeed.
Then came to him a goodly host
Of all the forest-dwelling beasts.
They came most eagerly…
