The Cat and the Fox (French Folk Tale)

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The cat and fox, when saints were all the rage

Together went upon pilgrimage.

Our pilgrims, as a thing of course,

Disputed till their throats were hoarse.

Then, dropping to a lower tone,

They talk”d of this, and talk”d of that,

Till Renard whisper”d to the cat,

“You think yourself a knowing one:

How many cunning tricks have you?

For I've a hundred, old and new,

All ready in my haversack.”

The cat replied, “I do not lack,

Though with but one provided;

And, truth to honor, for that matter,

I hold it than a thousand better.”

In fresh dispute they sided;

And loudly were they at it, when

Approach”d a mob of dogs and men.

“Now,” said the cat, “your tricks ransack,

And put your cunning brains to rack,

One life to save; I'll show you mine:

A trick, you see, for saving nine.”

With that, she climb”d a lofty pine.

The fox his hundred ruses tried,

And yet no safety found.

A hundred times he falsified

The nose of every hound.:

Was here, and there, and everywhere,

Above, and under ground;

But yet to stop he did not dare,

Pent in a hole, it was no joke,

To meet the terriers or the smoke.

So, leaping into upper air,

He met two dogs, that choked him there.

Expedients may be too many,

Consuming time to choose and try.

On one, but that as good as any,

“Tis best in danger to rely.

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