When a fawn is eager
To butt a rhinoceros,
Cracking its own scull,
It makes me understand
That underestimating
Of an opponent's strength
Means to draw oneself
To unexpected failure.
Nevertheless, as is said,
The Classics enlighten us
Of some strange characters
Who kick against the pricks
And always tilt at windmills,
Chasing some weird goals
That lie somewhere beyond
The conventional moulds.