The Old Cat and the Young Mouse
A young mouse of little experience,
Thought to soften an old cat,
And besought her clemency,
By asking for his life at her expense.
Said he, “A mouse, or e’en a rat,
Is not a great charge on the house;
And I shall not starve out the host.
Besides I seldom quit my post,
And when I do a grain of corn
Has served me since I first was born.
Now I am thin, pray let me be,
I’ll serve your children yet, you’ll see.”
Thus to the cat spoke the poor mouse.
The other answered, “You mistake,
When unto me this tone you take;
You might as well talk to the deaf,
As to so old a cat as I,
And through your tricks I spy,
Die! you can go and chatter to the fates,
My children will be fed on better cates.”
Moral
Youth is sanguine, and hopes for all:
Old age is pitiless; so says our moral.