Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."
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