Haec Fabula Docet

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Haec Fabula Docet

A rat who’d gorged a box of bane

And suffered an internal pain

Came from his hole to die (the label

Required it if the rat were able)

And found outside his habitat

A limpid stream. Of bane and rat

’Twas all unconscious; in the sun

It ran and prattled just for fun.

Keen to allay his inward throes,

The beast immersed his filthy nose

And drank⁠—then, bloated by the stream,

And filled with superheated steam,

Exploded with a rascal smell,

Remarking, as his fragments fell

Astonished in the brook: “I’m thinking

This water’s damned unwholesome drinking!”