The Farmer, The Dog, And The Fox Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHIJKKJLL MML NNOOPPFNFNQQNNLLNNNR FRFRSEETUUVVMWXMYZA2 NLLB2 C2D2E2E2E2 FFVVF2F2FF

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The wolf and fox are neighbours strangeB
I would not build within their rangeB
The fox once eyed with strict regardC
From day to day a poultry yardC
But though a most accomplish'd cheatD
He could not get a fowl to eatD
Between the risk and appetiteE
His rogueship's trouble was not slightE
'Alas ' quoth he 'this stupid rabbleF
But mock me with their constant gabbleF
I go and come and rack my brainsG
And get my labour for my painsG
Your rustic owner safe at homeH
Takes all the profits as they comeI
He sells his capons and his chicksJ
Or keeps them hanging on his hookK
All dress'd and ready for his cookK
But I adept in art and tricksJ
Should I but catch the toughest crowerL
Should be brimful of joy and moreL
O Jove supreme why was I madeM
A master of the fox's tradeM
By all the higher powers and lowerL
I swear to rob this chicken grower '-
Revolving such revenge withinN
When night had still'd the various dinN
And poppies seem'd to bear full swayO
O'er man and dog as lock'd they layO
Alike secure in slumber deepP
And cocks and hens were fast asleepP
Upon the populous roost he stoleF
By negligence a common sinN
The farmer left unclosed the holeF
And stooping down the fox went inN
The blood of every fowl was spill'dQ
The citadel with murder fill'dQ
The dawn disclosed sad sights I weenN
When heaps on slaughter'd heaps were seenN
All weltering in their mingled goreL
With horror stricken as of yoreL
The sun well nigh shrunk back againN
To hide beneath the liquid mainN
Such sight once saw the Trojan plainN
When on the fierce Atrides' headR
Apollo's awful anger fellF
And strew'd the crimson field with deadR
Of Greeks scarce one was left to tellF
The carnage of that night so dreadR
Such slaughter too around his tentS
The furious Ajax made one nightE
Of sheep and goats in easy fightE
In anger blindly confidentT
That by his well directed blowsU
Ulysses fell or some of thoseU
By whose iniquity and liesV
That wily rival took the prizeV
The fox thus having Ajax play'dM
Bore off the nicest of the broodW
As many pullets as he couldX
And left the rest all prostrate laidM
The owner found his sole resourceY
His servants and his dog to curseZ
'You useless puppy better drown'dA2
Why did you not your 'larum sound '-
'Why did you not the evil shun '-
Quoth Towser 'as you might have doneN
If you whose interest was moreL
Could sleep and leave an open doorL
Think you that I a dog at bestB2
Would watch and lose my precious rest '-
This pithy speech had been in truthC2
Good logic in a master's mouthD2
But coming from a menial's lipE2
It even lack'd the lawyershipE2
To save poor Towser from the whipE2
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O thou who head'st a familyF
An honour never grudged by meF
Thou art a patriarch unwiseV
To sleep and trust another's eyesV
Thyself shouldst go to bed the lastF2
Thy doors all seen to shut and fastF2
I charge you never let a fox seeF
Your special business done by proxyF

Jean De La Fontaine



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