07. THE FOX AND THE BRAMBLE.
A Fox pursued by hound and horn,
Was sorely by a Bramble torn
While bounding swiftly through a hedge
Which threw him into such a rage
He cursed the Bramble for a foe,
That he could use a stranger so.
The Bramble boldly cried, "You thought
That I would serve your turn for nought!
But know, we of the Bramble line,
Repel such handling, friend, as thine,
For laying hold, time out of mind,
Has been the custom of our kind."
MAKE NOT
MEDDLE NOT
TOUCH NOT
THE CAT WITHOUT A GLOVE
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A Fox pursued by hound and horn,
Was sorely by a Bramble torn
While bounding swiftly through a hedge
Which threw him into such a rage
He cursed the Bramble for a foe,
That he could use a stranger so.
The Bramble boldly cried, "You thought
That I would serve your turn for nought!
But know, we of the Bramble line,
Repel such handling, friend, as thine,
For laying hold, time out of mind,
Has been the custom of our kind."
MAKE NOT
MEDDLE NOT
TOUCH NOT
THE CAT WITHOUT A GLOVE
[more info]
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