The Fishes And The Cormorant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFFGGHHIJJIKLLK KMM NNOOPPQROOS TTUOUOVVW XXYYCZZA2B2B2C2D2D2E 2E2F2F2G2G2H2H2

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No pond nor pool within his hauntB
But paid a certain cormorantC
Its contribution from its fishesD
And stock'd his kitchen with good dishesD
Yet when old age the bird had chill'dE
His kitchen was less amply fill'dE
All cormorants however greyF
Must die or for themselves purveyF
But ours had now become so blindG
His finny prey he could not findG
And having neither hook nor netH
His appetite was poorly metH
What hope with famine thus infestedI
Necessity whom history mentionsJ
A famous mother of inventionsJ
The following stratagem suggestedI
He found upon the water's brinkK
A crab to which said he 'My friendL
A weighty errand let me sendL
Go quicker than a winkK
Down to the fishes sinkK
And tell them they are doom'd to dieM
For ere eight days have hasten'd byM
Its lord will fish this water dry '-
The crab as fast as she could scrabbleN
Went down and told the scaly rabbleN
What bustling gathering agitationO
Straight up they send a deputationO
To wait upon the ancient birdP
'Sir Cormorant whence hast thou heardP
This dreadful news And whatQ
Assurance of it hast thou gotR
How such a danger can we shunO
Pray tell us what is to be doneO
'Why change your dwelling place ' said heS
'What change our dwelling How can we '-
'O by your leave I'll take that careT
And one by one in safety bearT
You all to my retreatU
The path's unknownO
To any feetU
Except my ownO
A pool scoop'd out by Nature's handsV
Amidst the desert rocks and sandsV
Where human traitors never comeW
Shall save your people from their doom '-
The fish republic swallow'd allX
And coming at the fellow's callX
Were singly borne away to stockY
A pond beneath a lonely rockY
And there good prophet cormorantC
Proprietor and bailiff soleZ
From narrow water clear and shoalZ
With ease supplied his daily wantA2
And taught them at their own expenseB2
That heads well stored with common senseB2
Give no devourers confidenceC2
Still did the change not hurt their caseD2
Since had they staid the human raceD2
Successful by pernicious artE2
Would have consumed as large a partE2
What matters who your flesh devoursF2
Of human or of bestial powersF2
In this respect or wild or tameG2
All stomachs seem to me the sameG2
The odds is small in point of sorrowH2
Of death to day or death to morrowH2

Jean De La Fontaine



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