04-07-2014, 01:16 PM
The Ass and the Lion an Aesop fable
Once there was an ass who longed to be
respected. Trusted. Feared by those around
him, but alas, he was an ass and so he found
his clownish face and dopey personality
left him as feared and trusted as the flea.
The lion, though, left every hare and hound
cowering in fear or bowing to the ground.
The ass was overcome with jealousy.
One day he wore a tawny lion skin
and strutted all about with royal zeal.
And much to his delight his former kin
bowed or trembled as the ass drew near.
But when a lion passed he brayed with fear.
The lion ate him as his noon time meal.
Once there was an ass who longed to be
respected. Trusted. Feared by those around
him, but alas, he was an ass and so he found
his clownish face and dopey personality
left him as feared and trusted as the flea.
The lion, though, left every hare and hound
cowering in fear or bowing to the ground.
The ass was overcome with jealousy.
One day he wore a tawny lion skin
and strutted all about with royal zeal.
And much to his delight his former kin
bowed or trembled as the ass drew near.
But when a lion passed he brayed with fear.
The lion ate him as his noon time meal.