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The Shepherd And His Flock

(Recueil 2, Livre 9, Fable 19)



"What! shall I lose them one by one,

This stupid coward throng?

And never shall the wolf have done?

They were at least a thousand strong,

But still they've let poor Robin fall a prey!

Ah, woe's the day!

Poor Robin Wether lying dead!

He followed for a bit of bread

His master through the crowded city,

And would have followed, had he led,

Around the world. O! what a pity!

My pipe, and even step, he knew;

To meet me when I came, he flew;

In hedge row shade we napped together;

Alas, alas, my Robin Wether!"

When Willy thus had duly said

His eulogy on the dead

And to everlasting fame

Consigned poor Robin Wether's name,

He then harangued the flock at large,

From proud old chieftain rams

Down to the smallest lambs,

Addressing them this weighty charge,

Against the wolf, as one, to stand

In firm, united, fearless band,

By which they might expel him from their land.

On their faith, they would not flinch,

They promised him, a single inch.

"We'll choke," said they, "the murderous glutton

Who robbed of us of our Robin Mutton."

Their lives they pledged against the beast,

And Willy gave them all a feast.

But evil Fate, than Phoebus faster,

Before night had brought a new disaster:

A wolf there came. By nature's law,

The total flock were prompt to run;

And yet It was not the wolf they saw,

But shadow of him from the setting sun.

Harangue a craven soldiery,

What heroes they will seem to be!

But let them snuff the smoke of battle,

Or even hear the ramrods rattle,

Adieu to all their spunk and mettle:

Your own example will be vain,

And exhortations, to retain

The timid cattle.

Jean de La Fontaine

Book 9, Fable 19



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