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FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS

His passion he could not restrain,But shouted out, “You’re thievish!”The fox replied, with fine disdain,“Come, country, don’t be peevish.”  (Now “country” is an epithet  One can’t forgive, nor yet forget.)
The farmer rudely answered backWith compliments unvarnished,And downward hurled the bric-à—bracWith which the wall was garnished,  In view of which demeanor strange,  The fox retreated out of range.
“I will not try the grapes to-day,”He said. “My appetite isFastidious, and, anyway,I fear appendicitis.”  (The fox was one of the élite  Who call it site instead of seet.)

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