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“Crosing the bridge, he looked down

It was a dog, what he found

He was looking at his own reflection

And wanted another collection

There was a bone in the pond

Of what the dog was fond

Looking down, he was greedy

He barked away, became needy

There was no bone down there

The dog was unable to bear

He had nothing left, but sorrow

Alas! What about morrow?

He had not any solution

Hence, we get the conclusion

The dog could be happy with just one

Unfortunately, had left none

Take only what you need

Instead of having any greed

Be satisfied with your possession

That is my sugestion

Don’t be like the dog,

Who barked away in his bog”