THE STUPID TICKS
Lots of ticks, on the country dogs,
sucking blood like mad.
They had become big and fat,
full up to their heads with blood,
so greedy for it were they.
They had become as fat as grapes and so very, very round that they could no longer move
from one ear to the other,
and they would delight in crouching down among the hairs.
The poor dogs hardly ate,
seeing they had no owners, and struggled
to find food amongst the rubbish.
One day a dog, that had almost been sucked dry,
collapsed exhausted with debility and managed,
with great effort, to say to the ticks, in a hoarse voice:
“You have become fat through scrounging! And now?
If you had sucked less greedily
and had known how to ration your sucking,
we’d all live on.
But now you’ll all die with me!
I, the “wretched dog”,
have no more blood to give you!”
And the ticks continued to suck blood
without understanding a thing,
savouring their last meal on the dying dog.
Lots of ticks, on the country dogs,
sucking blood like mad.
They had become big and fat,
full up to their heads with blood,
so greedy for it were they.
They had become as fat as grapes and so very, very round that they could no longer move
from one ear to the other,
and they would delight in crouching down among the hairs.
The poor dogs hardly ate,
seeing they had no owners, and struggled
to find food amongst the rubbish.
One day a dog, that had almost been sucked dry,
collapsed exhausted with debility and managed,
with great effort, to say to the ticks, in a hoarse voice:
“You have become fat through scrounging! And now?
If you had sucked less greedily
and had known how to ration your sucking,
we’d all live on.
But now you’ll all die with me!
I, the “wretched dog”,
have no more blood to give you!”
And the ticks continued to suck blood
without understanding a thing,
savouring their last meal on the dying dog.