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A handsome stag, with antlers long,
     Approached a nearby pool.
He sought, upon this sultry day,
     Some water, fresh and cool.

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This pool, within the shady wood,
     Was just the perfect place
But, as he lowered his head, he saw
     The reflection of his face.

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He also saw his antlers too
     And gazed at them with pride.
He then looked down and saw his legs
     And felt quite horrified.

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'They’re thin and weak,' he sadly cried -
      'Not like my lovely horns!' -
And as he looked down at himself,
      He sadly felt forlorn.

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Whilst he was gazing, deep in thought,
      From behind a nearby tree
A lion crept, with stealth and guile.
    There was no time to flee.

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In haste the stag ran to a bush,
   But his antlers caught quite fast,
And, with the lion now facing him,
     This thought became his last:

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'The horns I loved have let me down
     And have brought about this fate.
I should have thought more of my legs,
     But it's sadly now too late.'

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