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There are four things that are small, But are exceedingly wise; They do not falter or fall, Without envy nor despise. Ants are a people not strong, But through summer store their food; A colony they belong, Not having an attitude. Rock badgers are not mighty, Yet they make their homes in cliffs; Does not take life too lightly, Not having quarrels or miffs. Locusts do not have a king, Yet all of them march in rank; An army in which will bring, Unison will not out-flank. Lizards you can take in hand, And a spider you can hold; Yet as a king will demand, They are thrown out in the cold. There are three things that go well, Four are comely in going; Taking things in stride to dwell, The pace that you tread slowing. The lion strongest of beasts, Turns not away for any; Persevering for its feasts, Ensuring to have plenty. The strutting rooster and goat, A king whose army follows; Are like a log stays afloat, As the river horse wallows. Lauding yourself is stupid, You are devising evil; To the Lord it is vapid, For eternal survival. Pressing milk produces curds, Pressing anger will cause strife; Forcing a wrath from the words, Might be destroying your life. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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