The mountain and the squirrel
had a quarrel:
And the former called the letter 'little prig'.
Bun replyed,
You are a doubtless very big ,
but all sorts of things and weather:
must be taken in together ,
to make up a year and sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I am not so large as you ,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I will not a dinner you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry for its on my back,
neither can you crack a not..