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THE APE AND HER YOUNG ONES.

A FABLE.

An ape, by the fable 'tis proved,
Had a couple of sweet little dears;
One better than t' other she loved,
And its safety perplex'd her with fears;
She'd pat it, and kiss its dear little pug nose;
But people who pet
Should never forget
That, sweet as it is, there's a thorn in the rose.
This ape was alarm'd on a day,
And scamper'd away to a wood;
But caught up her pet by the way,
Leaving t' other to shift as it could;

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Which jump'd on her back, while she hugg'd in repose
Her darling, and kiss'd its dear little pug nose:
The moral bears yet,
'Tis “never forget
That, sweet as it is, there's a thorn in the rose.”
The ape, as she fled from alarms,
Tripp'd up, 'mong a parcel of stones;
So fell with her pet in her arms,
And broke all its dear little bones:
While t' other escaped all the bruises and blows,
And cock'd up, in triumph, its little pug nose;
While the ape, left to fret
For the fate of her pet,
Found, sweet as it is, there's a thorn in the rose.