The Ox And The Pig

 


Once the ox came back from the field
And saw the pig, eating from its rack.
His heart for fairness thoroughly appealed
He made his mind to fight injustice back.

The ox pretended to be very sick
His owner left him in the barn to rest
He had no choice and took the carefree pig
To pull the plough with its fat chest.

The pig dragged itself back into the shed
Covering íts rage behind a smile
It told the ox what the owner said
As he was talking with his neighbour for a while.

"If my ox does not recover in a day
I'll have to pull its knife"
Since then all wiser people say
The ox works for his life.

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