Rhymes a la Mode by Andrew Lang
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To take HER as a bride to your ebony side; nay, you give her a
wide berth; quite right of you, too. For her father, you know, is YOUR father, the Crow, and no blessing but woe from the wedding would spring. Well, these rules they were made in the wattle-gum shade, and were strictly obeyed, when the Crow was the King. {12} Thus on Earth's little ball to the Birds you owe all, yet your gratitude's small for the favours they've done, And their feathers you pill, and you eat them at will, yes, you plunder and kill the bright birds one by one; There's a price on their head, and the Dodo is dead, and the Moa has fled from the sight of the sun! MAN AND THE ASCIDIAN--A MORALITY "The Ancestor remote of Man," Says Darwin, "is th' Ascidian," A scanty sort of water-beast That, ninety million years at least Before Gorillas came to be, Went swimming up and down the sea. Their ancestors the pious praise, And like to imitate their ways; How, then, does our first parent live, What lesson has his life to give? |
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