| THE KETTLE AND THE POT |
| One night the kettle turned to the pot and said 'My friend i see you have new black socks! How well they go with your silvery locks!' The pot turned to the kettle and replied 'My friend these are not new socks but feet! Blackened from below by a searing heat And lo i see yours too are black! Now what my friend do you say about that?' 'Oh lord my friend it would seem you are right! What can we do to save our plight?' The pot looked grim but firmly said 'My friend' said he ' We can but fight!' The Pot looked t'ward the door and said 'The humans my friend are those we should fight!' In the morning that should follow this night! They are the ones who control this heat! The head that would forever burn at our feet! Their fate i think that they should meet! For blackening our beautiful feet! And thus the pot and kettle plotted bad And in their anger they squirmed and were mad And when the humans from sleep did come back Oh the trouble that was had! Because the kettle called the pot black! |
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