A First Series of Hymns and Songs/Descriptive Songs/The Fox and the Crow
56. The Fox and the Crow.
In a dairy one day
There had ventured to stray
A prying and pilfering crow,
To get what she could,
And fly off to the wood,
To her nest on the top of a bough.
There looking about,
She soon spied out
A newly cut slice from a cheese;
"Ah, ah, now," said she,
"This will just do for me
So away she flew off with her prize.
A Fox who stood by,
And had noticed her fly,
Thought, "Come, Mistress Crow, let me see!
For a Crow this may do,
But I'm fond of cheese too!"
So he came and stood under the tree.
"Good day, Mistress Crow;
'Tis a long time ago
Since friends like ourselves have been found;
Old friends, when they meet,
One another should greet;"
But the Crow did not care to look round.
"'Tis true years have past
Since the time we met last,
But your good looks are just what they were;
The silvery tone
Of your sweet voice alone
Still sounds like a charm in mine ear.
Oh, how I would fain
Once to hear it again!"
Thought the Crow, we should all try to please;
I will just sing one note,—
So she open'd her throat;
When the Fox ran away with her cheese.