Once the ox came back from the field
And saw the pig, eating from its rack.
His heart for fairness thoroughly appealed:
He made its mind to fight injustice back.
The ox pretended to be very sick:
His owner left him in the barn to rest;
He had no choice and took the carefree pig
To pull the plough with its fat chest.
The pig dragged itself back into the shed,
Covering íts rage behind a smile.
It told the ox what the owner said,
As he was talking with his neighbor for a while.
“If my ox does not recover in a day,
I’ll have to pull its knife”
Since then all wiser people say
The ox works for his life.
© Tanya Guleria 2024-01-01