A partridge was put, by a man, in the yard,
Where he kept some game cocks that fought very hard.
The partridge considered his life in danger,
As he to the cocks was naught but a stranger.
But by watching, as sly as any shrewd fox,
The habits and tastes of those same old game cocks,
Soon, quite soon, he was able to discover
That foe or friend, enemy, or e'en lover,
These cocks cared not; it was their wish but to fight,
Be they ready or not, their side wrong or right.
Source: Thummel: Aesop in Rhyme.
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