A queer suburban Gentleman
Was strolling with a palm-leaf fan,
With philosophic step and slow,
And pate a-nodding to and fro,
Around his leafy bungalow.
He marked the skipping Squirrels pause
Upon their haunches with their paws
Against their bosoms, each with head
Atilt and bowed. And then he said:
" I think I can explain the cause.
All men perceive how great I am,
And even the Squirrels here salaam;
And could they speak, they wouldn't fail
To add, " O gracious Master, hail." "
Whereat he tossed unto the dumb
A largesse of a nut and crumb.

MORAL I

O blest is he who can construe
Whatever other people do,
To suit his pride and point of view.

MORAL II

And blest is he whose self-conceit
Yet gives the hungry things to eat.