Why break a will, that may as well be bent?
“Shall we not walk together, sir?” he said.
Sol—still determined, though his rage was fled—
Agreed, if to the Pole his friend’s path led.
Waving his claw, the Crab said: “Straight ahead!”
“SHALL WE NOT WALK TOGETHER, SIR?”
But wily Mr. Crab did not confess
(And Sol was far too much engrossed to guess,
So pleasant and straightforward his address),