ONCE words ran high in a smithy.
The furnace said, "If I cease to burn,
the smithy must be closed."
The bellows said, "If I cease to blow,
no fire, no smithy."
Similarly the hammer and the anvil
each claimed to itself the sole credit of
keeping up the smithy.
 The ploughshare, that had been shaped
by their joint efforts, said, "Gentlemen, it
is not each that keeps the smithy, but all
together. With but one, good for none.
Without the many, no good to any. The
world works by combination."