Birds And Frogs

The birds that sing in the morning, Them I can understand: They call to one another proudly; Proudly they descant their songs; Proudly they look about, eager for response.

But the frogs that sing when it is evening; I cannot understand them: They sing all at once, each one attentive to himself; They stop all at once, none gives an answer; The frogs have voices, they have not ears.

Some men are like the birds; Some women are like the frogs.