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(Many excellent works are met with the utmost indifference.) One day a Canary Escaped from his cage, Renowned far and wide For his varied song. "With what delight 5 I shall travel about, And show off," he said, "My sweet, gentle voice!" Freely he flies Through woods and meadows, 10 Pouring out his store Of melodious trills. But alas! though he fashions The sweetest of phrases, Not a living soul 15 Pays him any heed. A Butterfly Says to him mockingly: "From rose to rose I flutter about. 20 "You may indeed Be a Thracian musician; But find a listener With more time to spare." —"I'm off," says the Ant, 25 "To gather my grain... But pray, do go on, Most sovereign singer." The Fox adds: "I'm glad your song 30 Gives everyone pleasure; But in the meantime, "(First things first) I'll be making my way To a henhouse 35 That's waiting for me." —"As for me," says a Dove, "I'm deeply in love, And so I must fly To that rooftop there. 40 "My little dove Is expecting me now; I must pay her a visit— Forgive me, Canary." The charming musician 45 Kept warbling away; Yet scarcely a soul Would listen a moment. How many authors Meet just such a fate! 50