(The mental doctor that is)
The Squirrel & The Fox
“I suppose I should write. I should really write something down,” said the sad fox to the lonely squirrel.
“I find that it is best to write in times so grey,” the squirrel returned.
“I think myself a lion, at times of brave display”
“Me thinks you’re just a coward, who likes to laugh and play,”
“Or, perhaps, I am a bird, flying free beneath the clouds!”
“Or, perhaps, your head is dense and heavy, and your wings are made of shrouds.”
“Dear squirrel, dost thou mock me? With lines so dry and grey?”
“Dear sir, why I would never, your mind doth carry you away. Oh my friend, I know your plight and I shall aid you in this quest! I can rid you of your riddles, and form a key to all your locks.”
“Dear squirrel, pray, you help me! Can thou free me from this box?”
“My dear friend, hear me closely. Your fur is brown and short, your eyes are dark and wide, your paws are sharp with daggers. Dear sir, you are a fox.”