Guy Wetmore Carryl

“ She plucked him with relentless frown,
And stuffed the pillows with his down,
And roasted him for Yuletide.
The moral is: When you explore
Don’t try to be superior:
Be cautious, and retire before
Your safety grows inferior. ”

“ He quickly thrust his prying beak,
For what was hid he hated.
The farm exhausted: “Now,” said he:
“My policy’s expansion.
When one’s convinced how things should be
The proper course he can’t shun.” ”