To a rooster in a tree.
“There’s a new law! The King has said
No beast may strike another dead.
So, Friend, rejoice! Lift high your head
And come and dance with me!”
The rooster loudly crowed. –
“But look! What comrades come in sight
In time to share our own delight!
Two bounds, if I can see aright,
Are loping down the road!” …
“What! Leaving us so soon?” he asked,
Seeing the fox withdraw.
“Ah,” Reynard said, “the dogs, I fear,
May not have heard the same good cheer.
But surely, if I disappear,
They will not break the law!”