With many a tortured howl and shout –
A bone was stuck inside his throat.
“Whatever beast or bird,” he cried,
“May jerk it loose, will be supplied
With a reward of note!”
Them came a crane, with great, long bill,
And thrust it, with a ready will,
Down in the wolf’s maw, straight and deep.
Prying the bone away, he said,
“Except for me, you’d soon be dead!
What prize, sir, do I reap?”
“Prize?” growled the wolf. “It should suffice
You’ve done what none accomplish twice,
To come between my jaws, yet live!”
The crane, his wakening rather rube,
Saw that the strong, for gratitude,
May have but wind to give.