There once was a chital gazing around,
When he suddenly heard a sound,
A sound of footsteps,
Could it be human putting up snares?
Could his tale come to be magic?
Or would it be tragic?
Could it be his mother?
Or his friend another?
Gathering his tears,
And allaying his fears,
He imagined himself as the king of deer,
Which gave him some more cheer,
The brave chital bravely looked,
Guess what? It came to be a woodpecker hooked,
All this was noticed by another deer,
Who learnt, ‘Never judge the book by it’s cover!’