The Sun's espousals were at summer's prime;
Hence all the beasts enjoy'd a jovial time.
The frogs too led the dance in marsh and mere
Till a toad check'd them, saying, "Nought is here
To call for joy but rather grief and moan;
For if he dries each spring while yet alone,
How by this union are we not undone,
If like himself he should beget a son?"
Many o'er trifles needlessly exult,
From which too often sorrow will result.
Source: Davies: Fables of Babrius = Babrius 24.
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