BIRDS AND FROGS
The birds that sing in the morning,
Them I can understand:
They call to one another proudly;
Proudly they descant their songs;
Proudly they look about, eager for response.
But the frogs that sing when it is evening;
I cannot understand them:
They sing all at once, each one attentive to himself;
They stop all at once, none gives an answer;
The frogs have voices, they have not ears.
Some men are like the birds;
Some women are like the frogs.