Umpired Umbathy, Pathic and Pathological, Part IX
The Wolf and the Lamb
The strong are always best at proving they’re right.
Withness the case we’re now going to cite.
A lamb was drinking, serene,
At a brook running clear all the way.
A ravenous Wolf happened by, on the lookout for prey,
Whose sharp hunger drew him to the scene.
“ What makes you so bold as to muck up my beverage?”
This creature snarled in rage.
“ You will pay for your temerity!”
“ Sire” replied the Lamb, “ let not Your Majesty
Now give in to unjust ire,
But rather do consider, Sire:
I’m drinking—just look—
In the brook
Twenty feet farther down, if not more,
And therefore in no way at all, I think,
Can I be muddying what you drink.”
“ You’re muddying it!” insisted the cruel carnivore.
“ And I know that, last year, you spoke ill of me.”
“ How could I do that? Why I’d not yet even come to be,”
Said the Lamb. “At my dam’s teat I still nurse.”
If not you, then your brother. All the worse.”
“I don’t have one.” “Then it’s someone else in your clan.
For to me you’re all of you a curse:
You, your dogs, your shepherds to a man.
So I’ve been told: I have to pay you all back.”
With that, deep into the wood
The wolf dragged and ate his midday snack.
So trial and judgment stood.
As quoted in Rogues: Two Essays on Reason, by Jacques Derrida, Stanford University Press, 2005.
No mention of Sarah Palin.