Most leaders of economic thought now perceive signs that the world is at last climbing slowly from the pit of depression, but to hopeful prophecies many add a warning that civilization will have to tread warily henceforth to avoid another sudden slump.
There seems to be no doubt about it; We're climbing slowly from the pit Of dark depression. Soon we'll sit Panting upon the brink; Soon greet again glad, laughing skies And, hailing freedom, shall arise And walk. Yet first, were it not wise To pause a while, and think? Last week, while at the country side, A blundering beetle I espied Who'd tumbled, trapped and stupified Into a tiny hole. Flat on his back he struggled there And writhed in comical despair, Yearning to gain the upper air, Yet hopeless of his goal. With mercy -- and a piece of stick -- I showed him how to do the trick; I turned him over with a flick And gently drew him out. He waved his whiskers in great glee! He flexed his muscles joyfully, Seeming to shout. "Aha! I'm free!" Then gravely gazed about. "O lucky wog," thought I, "to learn This lesson from experience stern. Henceforth from snare-set paths he'll turn" ... Then, with a cocksure roll, He lumbered on. Do you suppose A safe and sapient path he chose? He promptly fell upon his nose Into another hole.
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