Upon one grassy hill
That stood 'mid other hills,
Two creatures lapped their fill
From Earth's pure watery stills.
Their constitutions cleft,
By Nature set apart,
One high and to the left,
Positioned to impart
Choice words through glist'ning fangs
Unto the lamb beneath,
A wolf with stomach pangs
And spittle-moistened teeth.
A predetermined end
Made means negotiable,
And so the beast did call
In quips unsociable.
"You fleece-bound brainless fool!
Your tongue taints what I drink!"
"Oh no, you see, a rule
Dictates what's up must sink,
So that 'tis spit from you
Which drifts down toward my mouth,"
replied the lamb. Too true:
The water did plunge south.
The wolf undaunted cried,
"You once abused my name,
Spewed bah-bahs, taunts, and tried
To snub my species' fame!"
The lamb, with curious eyes:
"Of my four stomachs none
Displaced air for such lies.
My cud stays on my tongue.
"Sheep speech, a recent gift
I was for long without."
Soft youth, unwise, will lift
Strong reasons -- void of clout.
On strictures of debate
And feints of repartee
The wolf no more could wait,
As hunger urged its plea.
Devising what he lacked:
"Your father's sin's your guilt --
'Twas he, then, some years back,
Whose lapse in you's rebuilt."
As lupine jaws cut clean
The sheep's sire sighed within,
Though leagues stood in between
His progeny and him.
His sheepish soul was seized
Abruptly by the thought
That truth, in those displeased,
Will often come to naught.
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