"The Fable Of The Ducks And Hens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rockwell George L)

The younger set laughed with glee,
At cracks about Old Fuddy’ Ducks
In burlesque repartee.
Next day the hens were at the club,
A petition they’d sent around.
They objected to the swimming fund
With fury and with sound.
You use our dues to fix the pond,
to keep it neat and trim.
And this is wrong, they said, Because
You know we do not swim!
God help us! cried a wise old duck,
These chickens have gone mad!
We’ll take this to the court, by George,
And justice will be had!
But when they went up to the judge,
Imagine their dismay!
A CHICKEN-JUDGE decreed that they
Had a heavy fine to pay!
Minorities must have their rights!
The judge declared right then.
To use hen’s dues to fix the pond
Is very ANTI-HEN...!
Once more the Duckville Daily Quack
Emblazoned across the page:
Old Foggy Ducks Refuse to See
The Great New Coming Age!
In Duckville church on Sunday morn,
The preacher spoke these words,
Discrimination’s got to stop!
Remember we’re all birds!
The wisest duck in all the town
Sat down in black despair.
I’ll write a book, he thought, and then
This madness I will bare!
Let Swimmers Swim, let Hoppers Hop,
Let Each One Go His Way.
Let No One Coerce a Fellow Bird!
Was what he had to say.
Twas wrong to force the hens to swim
So here’s the problem’s crux;
It’s just as bad for hens to try
To chicken-ize our ducks!
I can’t print that, the printer said,
Twill put me in a mess!
My shop is mortgaged to the hens,
The chickens own my press!
This worried duck then tried to warn
His friends by speech and pen.
Young ducks fresh from school just jeered