<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robin's Mistake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do you think Red Robin<br>Found by a mow of hay?<br>Why, a flask brimful of liquor,<br>That the mowers brought that day<br>To slake their thirst in the hayfield.<br>And Robin he shook his head:<br>'Now, I wonder what they call it,<br>And how it tastes?' he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I have seen the mowers drink it-<br>Why isn't it good for me?<br>So I'll just draw out the stopper<br>And get at the stuff, and see!'<br>But alas! for the curious Robin,<br>One draught, and he burned his throat<br>From his bill to his poor crop's lining,<br>And he could not utter a note.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And his head grew light and dizzy,<br>And he staggered left and right,<br>Tipped over the flask of brandy,<br>And spilled it, every mite.<br>But after awhile he sobered,<br>And quietly flew away,<br>And he never has tasted liquor,<br>Or touched it, since that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I heard him say to his kindred.<br>In the course of a friendly chat,<br>'These men think they are above us,<br>Yet they drink such stuff as that!<br>Oh, the poor degraded creatures!<br>I am glad I am only a bird!'<br>Then he flew up over the meadow,<br>And that was all I heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384558" data-title="Robin's Mistake de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="What do you think Red Robin Found by a mow of hay? Why, a flask brimful of liquor, That the mowers brought that day To slake their thirst in the hayfield. And Robin he shook his head: 'Now, I wonder what they call it, And how it tastes?' he said. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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