Where love is, there God is.
Walking unarmed across a wooded waste,
Two travelers heard a bear.
One scrambled up a tree with frenzied haste;
The other could but stare,
Too old and plump to climb; then, with no sound,
Lay flat against a boulder, face to ground.
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 fox and stork were friends of old-
Or so they loved to think-
Until the beast prepared a feast
Of tempting food and drink,
And, laughing at a secret jest,
Asked stork to be his dinner guest.