A shepherd, with a single dog,
Was ask’d the reason why
He kept a dog, whose least supply
Amounted to a loaf of bread
For every day. The people said
He’d better give the animal
To guard the village seignior’s hall;
For him, a shepherd, it would be
A thriftier economy
To keep small curs, say two or three,
That would not cost him half the food,
And yet for watching be as good.
The fools, perhaps, forgot to tell
If they would fight the wolf as well.
The silly shepherd, giving heed,
Cast off his dog of mastiff breed,
And took three dogs to watch his cattle,
Which ate far less, but fled in battle.
Not vain our tale, if it convinces
Small states that ’tis a wiser thing
To trust a single powerful king,
Than half a dozen petty princes.