He’s so filled with desire
Both to peep and enquire,
He’d poke his young nose anywhere.”
With growing anger and amazement Wongo cried out, “You black old croaker, I suppose you think you’re smart.”
At that the crow half fell, half flopped down to the top of a near-by bush, and having straightened his face into a more serious expression said:
“Don’t add a hasty temper to your weakness of indulging in idle curiosity. I could not resist so rare a bit of fun, and besides,” he added, “I taught you a valuable lesson if you will only heed it, my young friend.”
“Young, indeed!” snapped Wongo, who was at that time very sensitive about his age. “Anyone can see that I am many times bigger than you, so must be much older.”
“Your size has nothing to do with your age,” replied the crow. “Listen while I tell you about the Pebble and the Sage:
“An old man walking o’er the strand,