Their marsh dried up, two Frogs set out,
For some fresh spring to look about;
They come to a deep draw-well's side:
"We here," says one, "may safe abide,
From boys and cranes and fishes free,
In plentiful security."
"Halt," cries the other, "if you please;
'Tis true we can descend with ease,
But if this spring the sun should drain,
Pray how shall we get up again?"
Source: Boothby - Aesop 1.10
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