Met upon a hillside
The lamb was looking for his flock.
The leopard for his pride.
The lamb rued his misfortune
And the absent-minded shepherd
And the meander he'd taken
That brought him to this leopard.
"Oh, mourn the lamb without a flock!
For he's but meat beneath the wool!"
"If I had my pride," leopard replied
"My stomach would be full."
Moral: Solitude is a traveling table.
THANKFULNESS, n. Gravy poured over the unlucky by the hungry.