The Trial of the Moth

A Robin sang Vivaldi
From the apricot tree
No creature had any clue
Who wrote the symphony

A Moth, feeling pitious
Informed the musical Robin of this

And thus, the Robin died
He went out on a high 'C'

"Murderer"
The hare, she cried

Which, in turn, informed the wren
He shook his head

"The Moth must be tried;
for the Robin shall not sing again."

The Hare was first to testify

"This is not his first crime"
She blamed

The Boar (the judge)
On his chair so high
Pounded his gavel and claimed

"The witnesses shall not be named.
Let us hear of the Moth's former offenses,
And please do not let your testiments be condensed.
As I have no more important case on my hands as of yet."

The bailiff, a Mastiff, snarled at the Moth
As he stood upon the stand
The Mastiff began to read the list of crimes
In his furry hand

"The crimes of which you stand accused include:
Drinking liquor on a Sunday afternoon,
Destruction of property,
Theft,
And illegal marketing of such;
Mrs. Hare even claims you broke into her hutch!
Vandelism,
Eating the sheets of Mrs. Tortoise's childen's beds---"

The Moth exclaimed "Have you all lost your heads!!?"

The bailiff scoffed
"Be quiet!"

And the crowd prepared to riot
But the Moth began to speak

"Was it not I who told the Robin the truth?
How can you call my action uncouth?
Here you sit
Placing 'Murderer' on my name
But is it not every one of you
Who should be given the blame?"

A stunned silence gripped the court
And as if on que
One of the jurors stood up from his pew

"Burn the traitor"
He screamed with conviction

"Facist"
Came another's diction

Soon insults flew from every corner of the room
Directed at the Moth
Who stood upon the stand

Soon a lynch mob formed
And dragged the poor Moth away
Blood-thirsty cries for justice
Caused him much dismay

"Heretic!"

"Totaliltarian!"

"Communist!"
Came the shouts

And the Moth began to doubt
His chances of survival
Being a rational creature
Much less of revival

They nailed his wings to a crucifix
Which stood atop
A pile of sticks

As the Boar lit a match and said

"Any last words, traitor?
But don't make your punishment double."

The Moth
Though doomed
Still said this:

"It seems that honesty, though just, can sometimes lead to trouble."