The Rooster – AESOP’S FABLES (precious things are for those who prize them / If he asks bread, will you give him a stone?)

A rooster, on the barnyard floor,

Observed a gleam and glitter;

And hungry for one morsel more,

Scratched in the dust and litter.


But lo! he found no fallen sweet,

No grain of corn or cherry,

But something far less good to ear,

A stone-like sort of berry –


A bright, large diamond, which he eyed

With sniff of keen displeasure,

Then, with one talon, flicked aside

In scorn beyond all measure.

For some see trash in the gleam and flash

Of jewels that others treasure.





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