No weak attempt to carol like the Lark,
Fore-doomed to failure and to ridicule,
Troubles his life; he does not wish to bark,
Has no desire to amble like a Mule.
Having no legs he does not try to walk,
But keeps contentedly his native crawl;
Having no voice he does not strive to talk,
Much less to bellow or to caterwaul.
Mark the inevitably reached result:
To balance the advantages he missed,