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By voyages in air	A
With constant thought and care	A
Much knowledge had a swallow gain'd	B
Which she for public use retain'd	B
The slightest storms she well foreknew	C
And told the sailors ere they blew	D
A farmer sowing hemp once having found	E
She gather'd all the little birds around	E
And said 'My friends the freedom let me take	F
To prophesy a little for your sake	F
Against this dangerous seed	G
Though such a bird as I	H
Knows how to hide or fly	H
You birds a caution need	G
See you that waving hand	I
It scatters on the land	I
What well may cause alarm	J
'Twill grow to nets and snares	K
To catch you unawares	K
And work you fatal harm	J
Great multitudes I fear	L
Of you my birdies dear	L
That falling seed so little	M
Will bring to cage or kettle	M
But though so perilous the plot	N
You now may easily defeat it	O
All lighting on the seeded spot	N
Just scratch up every seed and eat it '	P
The little birds took little heed	G
So fed were they with other seed	G
Anon the field was seen	C
Bedeck'd in tender green	C
The swallow's warning voice was heard again	C
'My friends the product of that deadly grain	C
Seize now and pull it root by root	Q
Or surely you'll repent its fruit '	P
'False babbling prophetess ' says one	C
'You'd set us at some pretty fun	C
To pull this field a thousand birds are needed	R
While thousands more with hemp are seeded '	P
The crop now quite mature	S
The swallow adds 'Thus far I've fail'd of cure	S
I've prophesied in vain	C
Against this fatal grain	C
It's grown And now my bonny birds	T
Though you have disbelieved my words	T
Thus far take heed at last	U
When you shall see the seed time past	U
And men no crops to labour for	V
On birds shall wage their cruel war	V
With deadly net and noose	W
Of flying then beware	A
Unless you take the air	A
Like woodcock crane or goose	W
But stop you're not in plight	X
For such adventurous flight	X
O'er desert waves and sands	Y
In search of other lands	Y
Hence then to save your precious souls	Z
Remaineth but to say	A2
'Twill be the safest way	A2
To chuck yourselves in holes '	P
Before she had thus far gone	C
The birdlings tired of hearing	B2
And laughing more than fearing	B2
Set up a greater jargon	C
Than did before the Trojan slaughter	C2
The Trojans round old Priam's daughter	C2
And many a bird in prison grate	D2
Lamented soon a Trojan fate	D2
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'Tis thus we heed no instincts but our own	C
Believe no evil till the evil's done	C

Jean De La Fontaine

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