The Robbers and the Ass

								
Two Thieves were fighting for a prize,
    A Donkey newly stolen; sell or not to sell--
That was the question--bloody fists, black eyes:
    While they fought gallantly and well,
         A third thief happening to pass,
         Rode gaily off upon the ass.

The ass is some poor province it may be;
    The thieves, that gracious potentate, or this,
Austria, Turkey, or say Hungary;
Instead of two, I vow I've set down three
(The world has almost had enough of this),
    And often neither will the province win:
    For third thief stepping in,
         'Mid their debate and noisy fray,
         With the disputed donkey rides away.


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