Aesop’s Fables: The Miser

A man took all his belongings

Then he had them sold

With the money that he got

Bought himself a lump of gold

…

This lump he went and buried

Outside in a little hole

Spent a too many visits

Like it was his soul

…

One of his cunning workmen

Found his little secret

Fled away with the lump of gold

And left his master bereft

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A neighbour seeing him grieve

Said, “Just pick up a stone

Place it in the hole you dug

As if it’s the gold you own.

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“You never meant to use the gold

So just pretend that it is there

The stone is as good as your lump

Stop tearing up your hair.”