“That I would stoop to lunch on you.”
But now the shepherd watch’d his lambs,
And, as he dared not venture there,
Away he flew, and swore aloud
He’d gobble up alive the hare.
He pass’d a little mouse just then,
Nor deigned to touch such paltry food:
But soon he found the prudent hare
Had stole away into the wood.
Then in a passion back he flew