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

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.

“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.”

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