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The old must be excused

Once there was a fat old fool
laughing at his tiny tool.
The tool was smarter yet than he,
the giant was too dumb to see,
too dumb to hear a little voice 
that called: don't tread on me,
I am alive, I have a brain,
it's wrong of you to cause me pain.

The fool heard not, kept treading on
or took delight in seeming deaf
and smiling broadly shouted,
- not even so much louder than the little voice -
a mock-misunderstanding jolly, gay old man,
he shouted: "Tread on you? - I will!"
And so he did - and laughed.


© Anthony Thwaites