A FABLE. A POEM.
THE KITE, HIS MUM, MOTHER DUCK AND MAMA CHICKEN.
Back then, amidst a host of ancient trees
A kite lived with his mum in airs serene.
There came a day when he should get supper,
And was favoured with a duck fat and soft.
When he returned, having it live and strong
It surprised him - what came by his mum's tongue
For praise was what he craved, aft such great deed
(For such good games don't come easy, indeed.)
'What said Ma'am Sqacks when you grabbed her son?'
'She went on pecking on the yam - that's all'
'Then I suggest you see it is returned,
And may good winds take you where right preys walk.'
He did. He soared again for what to eat,
And aft some time he caught a grey, strong chick.
Back home, again, he hastened as before,
To show his aging mum what his shanks bore.
'What said Ma'am Rants when you snatched this one?'
'She jumped, shouted, spinned around and barked.'
'Then bring it in son - your job is done!
At least we can say her mind if e'er asked.'