The Wolf, The Mother, And Her Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCCDCDEFGHIGCCJJ K LMNO CPCPL QRQRSSSSMST MSUUSUU| A | |
| - | |
| This wolf another brings to mind | B |
| Who found dame Fortune more unkind | B |
| In that the greedy pirate sinner | C |
| Was balk'd of life as well as dinner | C |
| As saith our tale a villager | C |
| Dwelt in a by unguarded place | D |
| There hungry watch'd our pillager | C |
| For luck and chance to mend his case | D |
| For there his thievish eyes had seen | E |
| All sorts of game go out and in | F |
| Nice sucking calves and lambs and sheep | G |
| And turkeys by the regiment | H |
| With steps so proud and necks so bent | I |
| They'd make a daintier glutton weep | G |
| The thief at length began to tire | C |
| Of being gnaw'd by vain desire | C |
| Just then a child set up a cry | J |
| 'Be still ' the mother said 'or I | J |
| Will throw you to the wolf you brat ' | - |
| 'Ha ha ' thought he 'what talk is that | K |
| The gods be thank'd for luck so good ' | - |
| And ready at the door he stood | L |
| When soothingly the mother said | M |
| 'Now cry no more my little dear | N |
| That naughty wolf if he comes here | O |
| Your dear papa shall kill him dead ' | - |
| 'Humph ' cried the veteran mutton eater | C |
| 'Now this now that Now hot now cool | P |
| Is this the way they change their metre | C |
| And do they take me for a fool | P |
| Some day a nutting in the wood | L |
| That young one yet shall be my food ' | - |
| But little time has he to dote | Q |
| On such a feast the dogs rush out | R |
| And seize the caitiff by the throat | Q |
| And country ditchers thick and stout | R |
| With rustic spears and forks of iron | S |
| The hapless animal environ | S |
| 'What brought you here old head ' cried one | S |
| He told it all as I have done | S |
| 'Why bless my soul ' the frantic mother said | M |
| 'You villain eat my little son | S |
| And did I nurse the darling boy | T |
| Your fiendish appetite to cloy ' | - |
| With that they knock'd him on the head | M |
| His feet and scalp they bore to town | S |
| To grace the seigneur's hall | U |
| Where pinn'd against the wall | U |
| This verse completed his renown | S |
| Ye honest wolves believe not all | U |
| That mothers say when children squall | U |
Jean De La Fontaine
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