The Eagle and the Beetle A beetle loved a certain hare And wandered with him everywhere; They went to fairs and feasts together, Took walks in any kind of weather, Talked of the future and the past On sunny days or overcast, But, since their friendship was so pleasant, Lived for the most part in the present. One day, alas, an eagle flew Above them, and before they knew What cloud had shadowed them, the hare Hung from her talons in mid-air. 'Please spare my friend,' the beetle cried. But the great eagle was sneered with pride: 'You puny, servile, cloddish bug - Go off and hide your ugly mug. How do you dare assume the right To meddle with my appetite? This hare's my snack. Have you not heard I am the great god Zeus's bird? Nothing can harm me, least of all A slow, pathetic, droning ball. Here, keep your friend's head' And she tore The hare's head off, and swiftly bore His bleeding torso to her nest, Ripped off his tail, and ate the rest.
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