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Old Snake-Doctor

    By Madison Julius Cawein



I.

    Once I found an ant-lion's hole
    And an ant-lion in it: nippers
    Like a pair of rusty clippers.
    And I saw a red ant roll
    In its pit, and, quick as Ned,
    This old ant-lion fanged its head,
    Held it till the ant was dead.

II.

    And I told my father: he
    Smiled and said, "He beats the dickens,
    With his pinchers; even chickens
    Have n't his voracity.
    Think now what he would have done
    Had you been an ant, my son,
    Fallen in that pit like one.

III.

    "Daniel in the lion's den!
    Guess you'd come home good and gory.
    But now here's another story:
    You should see these ant-lions when
    They have wings; and, blue and green,
    Ponds and pools they fly between:
    Prettiest things I've ever seen.

IV.

    "Look just like the dragonflies;
    And perhaps they are snake-feeders;
    Name you'll never find in Readers
    Read at school: but, I surmise,
    Dragonflies are not the same
    As these old snake-doctors; name
    For which I am not to blame.

V.

    "Who's to blame then? If it's not
    I or, say, the dictionary,
    Since we two seem so contráry,
    Must be that old ant-lion what
    Can't content itself, that's plain,
    With its bug-estate; remain
    Just a bug in sun and rain.

VI.

    "Has to get himself new clothes!
    Gauzy wings that shine and glitter;
    Something that he thinks is fitter
    His profession, I suppose,
    Doctoring things, like water-snakes;
    Finery that often takes
    Eyes of hungry ducks and drakes:

VII.

    "And of fishes, too, the fool.
    Who his coat so bright and brassy,
    Mirrored in the waters glassy,
    Leap for, drag into the pool.
    Old snake-doctor, flaunt your fill!
    Feed the snakes or cure or kill
    In the end you pay the bill."



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