The Toad And The Fly Poem by Patience Worth

The Toad And The Fly



Wattled, blink-eyed,
Rested 'pon a lily-pad of ease;
Sunnin' neath a golden sun,
Baskin' neath a frost-white moon;
Lollin', easeful, gazin' at the stars,
He sits, hungered.
An instant's whirr;
A dartling fly - -seeketh and is gone.
How like to Wisdom!

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