Li sbafatori della gloria

Trilussa

Un'Aquila reale
s'era trovata, doppo una vittoria,
un fottìo de pidocchi sotto l'ale.
Allora disse a Giove: - O sommo Dio!
Se, come spero, passerò a la Storia,
nun ricordà chi c'era ar fianco mio...

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