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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cobbler and Stork</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COBBLER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stork, I am justly wroth,<br> For thou hast wronged me sore;<br>The ash roof-tree that shelters thee<br> Shall shelter thee no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STORK</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full fifty years I 've dwelt<br> Upon this honest tree,<br>And long ago (as people know!)<br> I brought thy father thee.<br>What hail hath chilled thy heart,<br> That thou shouldst bid me go?<br>Speak out, I pray--then I 'll away,<br> Since thou commandest so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COBBLER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou tellest of the time<br> When, wheeling from the west,<br>This hut thou sought'st and one thou brought'st<br> Unto a mother's breast.<br>I was the wretched child<br> Was fetched that dismal morn--<br>'T were better die than be (as I)<br> To life of misery born!<br>And hadst thou borne me on<br> Still farther up the town,<br>A king I 'd be of high degree,<br> And wear a golden crown!<br>For yonder lives the prince<br> Was brought that selfsame day:<br>How happy he, while--look at me!<br> I toil my life away!<br>And see my little boy--<br> To what estate he 's born!<br>Why, when I die no hoard leave I<br> But poverty and scorn.<br>And thou hast done it all--<br> I might have been a king<br>And ruled in state, but for thy hate,<br> Thou base, perfidious thing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STORK</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since, cobbler, thou dost speak<br> Of one thou lovest well,<br>Hear of that king what grievous thing<br> This very morn befell.<br>Whilst round thy homely bench<br> Thy well-belovèd played,<br>In yonder hall beneath a pall<br> A little one was laid;<br>Thy well-belovèd's face<br> Was rosy with delight,<br>But 'neath that pall in yonder hall<br> The little face is white;<br>Whilst by a merry voice<br> Thy soul is filled with cheer,<br>Another weeps for one that sleeps<br> All mute and cold anear;<br>One father hath his hope,<br> And one is childless now:<br>He wears a crown and rules a town--<br> Only a cobbler thou!<br>Wouldst thou exchange thy lot<br> At price of such a woe?<br>I'll nest no more above thy door,<br> But, as thou bidst me, go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COBBLER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, stork! thou shalt remain--<br> I mean not what I said;<br>Good neighbors we must always be.<br> So make thy home o'erhead.<br>I would not change my bench<br> For any monarch's throne,<br>Nor sacrifice at any price<br> My darling and my own!<br>Stork! on my roof-tree bide,<br> That, seeing thee anear,<br>I 'll thankful be God sent by thee<br> Me and my darling here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Stork, I am justly wroth,
 For thou hast wronged me sore;
The ash roof-tree that shelters thee
 Shall shelter thee no more!

STORK

Full fifty years I 've dwelt
 Upon this honest tree,
And long ago (as people know!)
 I brought thy father ..."></div>
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