Who knows this or that?
 Hark in the wall to the rat:
 Since the world was, he has gnawed;
 Of his wisdom, of his fraud
 What dost thou know?
 In the wretched little beast
 Is life and heart,
 Child and parent,
 Not without relation
 To fruitful field and sun and moon.
 What art thou? His wicked eye
 Is cruel to thy cruelty.