Then wise Mr. Crow, in the jar, one by one,
Dropped stone after stone lying there in the sun.
Slowly the water rose brimmingly high,
And Mr. Crow drank till the pitcher was dry;
Then preening himself, before going to sleep,
He thought out some things which are surely quite deep.
Said wise Mr. Crow, “Truly never Intention,
But Need is the mother of every invention—
And now I have lived to tell the queer tale,
Perseverance will win where force often will fail.”