Celebrate National Kite Flying Month with a poem

Go fly a kite, flying a kite, kite flying, national kite flying month
“Kites rise highest against the wind – not with it.”
– Winston Churchill

The Kite And The Nightingale
By Jean de La Fontaine

A noted thief, the kite,
Had set a neighbourhood in fright,
And raised the clamorous noise
Of all the village boys,
When, by misfortune, – sad to say, –
A nightingale fell in his way.
Spring’s herald begg’d him not to eat
A bird for music – not for meat.
‘O spare!’ cried she, ‘and I’ll relate
‘The crime of Tereus and his fate.’ –
‘What’s Tereus? Is it food for kites?’ –
‘No, but a king, of female rights
The villain spoiler, whom I taught
A lesson with repentance fraught;
And, should it please you not to kill,
My song about his fall
Your very heart shall thrill,
As it, indeed, does all.’ –
Replied the kite, a ‘pretty thing!
When I am faint and famishing,
To let you go, and hear you sing?’ –
‘Ah, but I entertain the king!’ –
‘Well, when he takes you, let him hear
Your tale, full wonderful, no doubt;
For me, a kite, I’ll go without.’
An empty stomach hath no ear.

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