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I'm sure we're all familiar with the story of The raven and the Fox by the French author La Fountaine
In the seventies, this world famous fable was brought up-to-date by the equally French comic book artist Marcel Gottlib who turned it into "The Shitbird and the Fox"
Perched on a lofty oak
Sir Shitbird held a lunch of cheese
Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
Thus to the holder spoke:
"My Sir Shitbird how do you do?
I'm so fortunate to meet you
With your beautiful feathers for all to see.
Would you please sing a song for me?"
Sir Shitbird touched by so much praise
proudly raised his head into the sun's rays
Sang in order to meet the pleads
But by opening his beak dropped the cheese
The sneeky culprit with the ginger fur
Snatched the thing and said - "Well good sir.
that cheese of yours has the most awefull smell.
Here, have it back and go to hell."
Sir Shitbird quickly hopped down from the branch
retreived his cheese, he didn't mind the stench.
Cursing himself of being beaten by the punch
Sir Fox looked on as Sir Shitbird ate his lunch.
This adaptation was published in the book "Dossier Franquin" by the Arboris publishing company.
Perch'd on a lofty oak,
Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese;
Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
Thus to the holder spoke:
"Ha! how do you do, Sir Raven?
Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one!
So black and glossy, on my word, sir,
With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,
Well fit to be the Phoenix of these days."
Sir Raven, overset with praise,
Must show how musical his croak.
Down fell the luncheon from the oak;
Which snatching up, Sir Fox thus spoke:?
"The flatterer, my good sir,
Aye liveth on his listener;
Which lesson, if you please,
Is doubtless worth the cheese."
A bit too late, Sir Raven swore
The rogue should never cheat him more.
Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese;
Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
Thus to the holder spoke:
"Ha! how do you do, Sir Raven?
Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one!
So black and glossy, on my word, sir,
With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,
Well fit to be the Phoenix of these days."
Sir Raven, overset with praise,
Must show how musical his croak.
Down fell the luncheon from the oak;
Which snatching up, Sir Fox thus spoke:?
"The flatterer, my good sir,
Aye liveth on his listener;
Which lesson, if you please,
Is doubtless worth the cheese."
A bit too late, Sir Raven swore
The rogue should never cheat him more.
Perched on a lofty oak
Sir Shitbird held a lunch of cheese
Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
Thus to the holder spoke:
"My Sir Shitbird how do you do?
I'm so fortunate to meet you
With your beautiful feathers for all to see.
Would you please sing a song for me?"
Sir Shitbird touched by so much praise
proudly raised his head into the sun's rays
Sang in order to meet the pleads
But by opening his beak dropped the cheese
The sneeky culprit with the ginger fur
Snatched the thing and said - "Well good sir.
that cheese of yours has the most awefull smell.
Here, have it back and go to hell."
Sir Shitbird quickly hopped down from the branch
retreived his cheese, he didn't mind the stench.
Cursing himself of being beaten by the punch
Sir Fox looked on as Sir Shitbird ate his lunch.
This adaptation was published in the book "Dossier Franquin" by the Arboris publishing company.