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Depend upon yourself alone	B
Has to a common proverb grown	B
'Tis thus confirm'd in Aesop's way	C
The larks to build their nests are seen	D
Among the wheat crops young and green	D
That is to say	C
What time all things dame Nature heeding	E
Betake themselves to love and breeding	E
The monstrous whales and sharks	F
Beneath the briny flood	G
The tigers in the wood	H
And in the fields the larks	F
One she however of these last	I
Found more than half the spring time past	I
Without the taste of spring time pleasures	J
When firmly she set up her will	K
That she would be a mother still	K
And resolutely took her measures	J
First got herself by Hymen match'd	L
Then built her nest laid sat and hatch'd	L
All went as well as such things could	H
The wheat crop ripening ere the brood	M
Were strong enough to take their flight	N
Aware how perilous their plight	N
The lark went out to search for food	M
And told her young to listen well	O
And keep a constant sentinel	P
'The owner of this field ' said she	Q
'Will come I know his grain to see	Q
Hear all he says we little birds	R
Must shape our conduct by his words '	-
No sooner was the lark away	C
Than came the owner with his son	S
'This wheat is ripe ' said he 'now run	S
And give our friends a call	T
To bring their sickles all	T
And help us great and small	T
To morrow at the break of day '	-
The lark returning found no harm	U
Except her nest in wild alarm	U
Says one 'We heard the owner say	C
Go give our friends a call	T
To help to morrow break of day '	-
Replied the lark 'If that is all	T
We need not be in any fear	V
But only keep an open ear	W
As gay as larks now eat your victuals '	-
They ate and slept the great and littles	X
The dawn arrives but not the friends	Y
The lark soars up the owner wends	Y
His usual round to view his land	Z
'This grain ' says he 'ought not to stand	Z
Our friends do wrong and so does he	Q
Who trusts that friends will friendly be	Q
My son go call our kith and kin	A2
To help us get our harvest in '	-
This second order made	B2
The little larks still more afraid	B2
'He sent for kindred mother by his son	S
The work will now indeed be done '	-
'No darlings go to sleep	C2
Our lowly nest we'll keep '	-
With reason said for kindred there came none	S
Thus tired of expectation vain	D2
Once more the owner view'd his grain	D2
'My son ' said he 'we're surely fools	E2
To wait for other people's tools	E2
As if one might for love or pelf	F2
Have friends more faithful than himself	F2
Engrave this lesson deep my son	S
And know you now what must be done	S
We must ourselves our sickles bring	E
And while the larks their matins sing	E
Begin the work and on this plan	G2
Get in our harvest as we can '	-
This plan the lark no sooner knew	H2
Than 'Now's the time ' she said 'my chicks '	-
And taking little time to fix	I2
Away they flew	H2
All fluttering soaring often grounding	E
Decamp'd without a trumpet sounding	E

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