Who Is Smart? Poem by gnrao rao

I used to live in the city.
I became old.
The washer-man didn't want
to feed me.
Because Now I am not useful
to him, as before.

I am now in the forest.
That's where I can
graze at leisure
and keep myself going.

Oh! I see a fox!
His look is very hungry.
He is heading towards me.
Let me see how I can
save myself.

He started his conversation.
Being cunning,
he used his usual
flattering.

He said, ' How come I
didn't see you for
many days? ''

I said, ' I am not well.
I have got a wound
in my hind leg.
It's giving me
a severe pain, '

The fox believed my
story.
It told me,
' I am a good doctor.
I can check up nicely.
Let me have a look.'

I said, 'O.K.'
' When he went behind me,
to check my hind legs,
I gave a very nice kick
on his face..
He fell down with a
severe pain in his face.'

' That was the best
opportunity for me
to run away from there
before he gets up>'
So Iran from there
as fast I could
So now I am safe.'

Some people can fool
some of the people
some of the time,
But not all of the
people
All of the time.