Only thin people could walk with ease.
Yet though the forest was dank and dark,
The little Tree-frog was gay as a lark;
He piped and trilled the livelong day,
While the Raven was just the other way:
He grumbled and croaked from morn till night,
And nothing in all the world was right.
The moon was too pale, or the sun too bright;
The sky was too blue, or the snow too white;
The thrushes too gay, or the owls too glum;