For shame the lone golden jackal follows The trail of the tiger through the laurels Picks off what's left until its hunger grows, Again whilst for nothing the tiger toils; For shame the wings of night filch the canine; As the dog hunts for its well earnèd meals Its teeth are bared for the wingèd midnight; The bird gives nothing yet it always steals; All these different species one works one takes, Why must the givers give and the crooks thieve? When will these hunters ever catch a break? But how could they know of this turn of fate? The lesson is simple however true Never love someone more than they love you.