The Two Pots

Two Pots sat on a river's bank,
Of brass and earthenware their rank.
But, ere they wist, to their dismay,
The rising tide swept both away!
The earthen Pot was much afraid
His brazen friend would lend him aid
And begged he would his distance keep
Nor help him on the waters deep.
"For if we should but touch," said he,
"My brittle frame will shattered be."
Oft do the lowly suffer wrong,
Who jostle with the great and strong.
Great friends may prove dangerous companions. Adversity is the test of friendship. [more info]

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