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TALES OF THE PUNJAB

to give you some milk for me to drink. Then I shall grow fat, and not mind the pain of breaking my horn.' So the Crow flew off to the Cow, and said—

‘Your name, ma'am, is Cow,
But my name is Crow.
Oh, give me some milk, please,
For if you do so
The pain will be borne,
Deer will give me his horn,
And I'll dig a clean rill
For the water to fill;
Then I’ll wash beak and feet
And the nice khichri eat;
Though I really don't know
What the Sparrow can mean,
For I’m sure, as Crows go,
I'm remarkably clean!’

But the Cow said, ‘Certainly I will give you milk, only first you must bring me some Grass; for who ever heard of a cow giving milk without grass?

So the Crow flew to some Grass, and said——

'Your name, sir, is Grass,
But my name is Crow.
Oh, give me some blades, please,
For if you do so
Madam Cow will give milk
To the Deer sleek as silk;
The pain will be borne,
He will give me his horn,
And I'll dig a clean rill
For the water to fill;