The Mountain in Labor

A Mountain was in great distress and loud
She roared and rumbled, till there rushed a crowd
Of peasants, kings, and princes, looking at her
And wondering what of all things was the matter,

When mid her pangs there issued from her side
A Mouse — who gave one little squeak and died.
The moral here is learned and occult —
The bigger fuss, the smaller the result.
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Aesop
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