FAB. CVI. The Calf and Ass.
A New-weand Calf, and a laborious Ass,
In the same Field, sed on the tender Grass,
And as they were i'th' midst of their repast,
The affrighted Calf cryd out, I hear a Drum,
And see a Band of Soldiers march this way,
What will become of us, if here we stay?
Let's go to the next Wood, or Cave, and hide.
'Tis best for you, to fly, the Ass replyd.
You are in greater Jeopardy, than I,
For, if you fall into your Enemies power,
It is impossible you can live an hour;
To th' Pot and Spit you go, are Boyld, and Roast,
And feast the hungry Soldiers, at your Cost;
I have no reason to dread such a Treat,
Lean Asses Flesh is not such tempting Mear,