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The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig." Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882), who went by his middle name Waldo, was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, and poe
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