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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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