The Folly of Pride
Sometimes we fail to see our faults
because of pride and haughty flaws
which tends to shut all friendship doors
even as chanticleer the bird recalls
A certain season with no remorse
he had to act a gross of chores
as a means to heal his sores
he gave his best to best the course
and all went well as a cause
so be jocund and prudent in tours
learn from chanticleer and get no curse
for pride goeth before the falls.
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