A mule in lazy manger fed on hay
And, fresh with corn, began to leap and say,
Kicking his heels, "A racer is my dam,
And I for her a match in fleetness am!"
Yet with sad visage soon his course he check'd,
Constrain'd his sire the ass to recollect.
Source: Davies: Fables of Babrius = Babrius 62.
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