I’ll down, and all of us will seal the blessing
With general kissing and caressing.”
“Adieu,” said the fox; “my errand’s pressing,
I’ll hurry on my way,
And we’ll rejoice some other day.”
So off the fellow scampered, quick and light,
To gain the fox-holes of the neighboring height—
Less happy in his stratagem than flight.
The cock laughed sweetly in his sleeve—
’Tis doubly sweet deceiver to deceive.