The Fox and the Crane

The fox for dinner did invite

The crane that came to the repast 

Of which he didn’t have a bite 

Because he was compelled to fast;

For he was served soup in a plate

Too flat for him to dip his bill

And had to watch the fox that ate 

With relish till, he had his fill.

The crane declared, “A fine meal this!

Won’t you agree with me to dine?”

“Such a delight I dare not miss!”

“Oh no, the pleasure will be mine!”

This time it was the crane that served

And waited on the fox in turn

Who got just what the fox deserved—

Soup: in a narrow, long-necked urn.