AESOP'S FABLES

The Clown and the Pig – AESOP’S FABLES (there, that shows what sort of judges you are!)


A clown performing at a fair

So aped a piglet’s squeal

His fears were lauded everywhere,

For men believed them real.

But he alone had made the sound;

There was no little pig around.

 

Next day he tried another act,

With screeches louder still,

So sharp it seemed the hall was racked

And pierced as by a drill:

Then everyone began to hiss –

No pig, all said, could sound like this.

 

And yet, beneath his blouse, concealed,

A bristly creature lay.

And when he pricked its skin, it squealed

In the ancient porcine way.

But often truth wins no ovation

While crowds acclaim an imitation.

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