When poor men to expences run, And ape their betters, they're undone. An Ox the Frog a grazing viewed, And envying his magnitude, She puffs her wrinkled skin, and tries To vie with his enormous size: Then asks her young to own at least That she was bigger than the beast -- They answer, No -- With might and main She swells and strains, and swells again. "Now for it, who has got the day?" The Ox is larger still, they say. At length, with more and more ado, She raged and puffed, and burst in two. |