Lion’s feet to stand upon;
But the bellow of this fellow
Sounds not like a lion’s son!”
“You are right,” said the old Lion; “his dam was a Jackal.” And then, turning to the poor Cub, who was looking very crestfallen, he said:
“All will see what kind you be
If you yelp as once before;
So don’t try it, but keep quiet,
Yours is not a lion’s roar.”
The poor Cub slunk away with his tail between his legs, while the other Lions sniffed and turned up their noses at him. Ever after that he took good care to hold his tongue when he was in the company of his betters.
