The Fly and the Mule

A Fly that sat upon the beam Rated the Mule: " Why, sure you dream ? " Pray get on faster with the cart Or I shall sting you till you smart!" She answers: " All this talk I hear With small attention, but must fear Him who upon the box sustains The pliant whip, and holds the reins. Cease then your pertness-for I know When to give back, and when to go." This tale derides the talking crew, Whose empty threats are all they do.