The trees in the garden rained flowers. 
Children ran there joyously. 
They gathered the flowers 
Each to himself. 
Now there were some 
Who gathered great heaps -- 
Having opportunity and skill -- 
Until, behold, only chance blossoms 
Remained for the feeble. 
Then a little spindling tutor 
Ran importantly to the father, crying: 
"Pray, come hither! 
See this unjust thing in your garden!" 
But when the father had surveyed, 
He admonished the tutor: 
"Not so, small sage! 
This thing is just. 
For, look you, 
Are not they who possess the flowers 
Stronger, bolder, shrewder 
Than they who have none? 
Why should the strong -- 
The beautiful strong -- 
Why should they not have the flowers?" 
Upon reflection, the tutor bowed to the ground, 
"My lord," he said, 
"The stars are displaced 
By this towering wisdom."