  S aid the Trumpet to the Drum: 'Less noise, good fellow! come! For nobody can hear My voice, when you are near.' 'Boom! boom!' the Drum replied, 'The fault is on your side; You blow with such a sound That my poor voice is drowned.' And after that, all day They blew and boomed away, In contest so absurd That neither could be heard. Now, when you want to speak, O children, never seek To drown in noisy tone All voices but your own; But learn to shun in life The Drum and Trumpet's strife. |
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